Amid the endless mountains of the Southern Frontier, countless peaks converged, mountain after mountain linked together like a long serpent, or like an unending turtle's back. Within these hundred thousand mountains lay crouching tigers and coiled dragons, tigers leaping and dragons winding, ten thousand beasts returning to their nests. Every kind of Killing Intent and spiritual energy gathered and intermingled here, while the course of the earth veins shifted in endless variations.
The dragon veins running through this land of mountains and rivers branched off from one of Great You's main veins. Only with spiritual energy surging through them could this blessed land, favored by heaven and earth, come into being.
"This wild and desolate land may seem untouched by cultivation, yet it has received heaven and earth's creation. A power gestates in the depths of the land, nourished by all manner of primordial energies of heaven and earth, its fortune stretching long and far..."
Upon a giant stone cliff, a figure stood gazing into the distance from a height. He was an old man with grizzled hair, broad ears, round eyes, a turtle-like frame and crane-like back, with a bamboo hat slung over his shoulders. He looked like an old peasant from the countryside, and his attire was entirely unremarkable.
Absolutely no one in the world knew that this old man was Ji Changli, the former true disciple of the Hemp-Robe Dao Palace.
Likewise, few would have taken this old peasant-like elder for a Hemp-Robe Daoist versed in "supreme wisdom."
Ji Changli excelled in the art of observing qi. He was broad and powerfully built, with a ruddy face and white beard. Though advanced in years, he was vigorous and full of spirit. His eyes glittered sharply, his temples bulged high, and his entire body brimmed with vital essence,