Endless Mountain.
"Master, General Qin of the Desert Gobi garrison personally sent word that he will arrive today with the disciple Uncle Wujin Xuan recently accepted. Do we need to make any preparations?" a middle-aged man whose cultivation aura had clearly reached the Great Power level asked.
"There is nothing to prepare."
His master was none other than the patriarch of Endless Mountain.
At first glance, the old man truly looked like an immortal sage.
His white brows hung past his shoulders, while his white beard nearly reached his lower abdomen.
His head of white hair was even more bizarre.
It seemed to be a full two meters long.
Since he sat cross-legged on a soft couch with his eyes closed, it simply spread across the couch.
Whenever he moved,
that head of white hair would stir on its own without wind, returning to its most natural state.
This man was named Wujin Hun.
Just as his name implied,
a thousand years ago, he truly had been a muddleheaded fellow.
As Endless Mountain's senior disciple from beginning to end, he had also shared a good relationship with Wujin Xuan. After cultivating alongside Wujin Xuan for many years, his cultivation had risen without him even realizing it.
After that battle, Endless Mountain's experts had been nearly wiped out, dead or wounded.
Back then, the two with the greatest hope of becoming the master of Endless Mountain had been him and Wujin Xuan.
Yet Endless Mountain had needed someone to make a sacrifice.
Because of flaws in his character, he had failed to seize that slot that meant certain death.
After he led the people of Endless Mountain to the Cangming Realm,
Wujin Hun seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.
The moment he arrived, he chose to give up his status