Seekers of Immortals Across Three Mountains and Five Peaks, Unheeding the Vast Mortal World

Five Immortals Mountain.

Cloud and mist locked the mountain away.

The terrain here was wondrously steep, its forests lush and verdant.

Clouds and mist wreathed it all year round, making its true face impossible to glimpse.

Should some rustic villager stumble deep inside by mistake, they would behold a different kind of Grotto-Heaven.

Mists and rosy clouds scattered color; sun and moon swayed their light.

A thousand ancient cypresses rose green and lush through the rain; ten thousand stalks of cultivated bamboo filled an entire ravine with deep, smoky hues.

Strange flowers spread like brocade beyond the gates, while jade grasses by the bridge breathed out fragrance.

Stone cliffs jutted out, their moss glistening; sheer walls hung high, their emerald lichens growing thick and long.

Clip-clop.

The sound of hoofbeats gradually rose, crushing the otherworldly tranquility of this place.

Several dozen riders came galloping in from afar.

They halted before the foot of the towering mountain.

"Whoa—"

The old man at the front sharply reined in his horse, swung down from the saddle, and raised his head to look at the ancient stone path stretching straight into the clouds.

A bitter smile slowly curled across his lips.

As a Martial Venerable of the Mountain-Viewing Realm, he was a formidable power even when looking across the world; at this very moment, he should have been in Jiannan, slaying demons and exterminating monsters. Yet now... he had to come bearing lavish gifts like a homeless dog, using his cultivation as a brick with which to knock on another's door.

He drew a deep breath and suppressed the thoughts in his heart. Five Immortals Mountain was no ordinary mortal place.

Without Mountain-Viewing Realm cultivation to rely on, they might not even deign to acknowledge him.

"Elder Cheng... are we really going to..."

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