Daoist Wind and Waves

Though time flowed on, Ancestor Demon Mountain never changed. Black mist eternally wreathed its surroundings, and it was forever cold and desolate. Only several dozen powerful beings cultivated here in seclusion; the rest were puppet servants dedicated to attending them, along with the mountain guardians.

At the mountaintop, outside the Cave Abode.

Dongbo Xueying sat there, flipping through a golden book. Its pages were forged from a strange metal, densely carved with some ancient script. Though he could not understand the writing, it naturally conveyed its messages into his mind. He had long since memorized every piece of information within the book over the years, yet he still brought it out to the Cave Abode and leafed through it from time to time...