The so-called Thousand Mountains.
Blessed lands and grotto-heavens sprawled everywhere. Even standing at the entrance alone, one could sense the various pressures permeating them.
Countless peaks rose in layer upon layer, clouds and mist concealing the sights within the mountains and lending the place an air of mystery.
One glance was enough to show that it stretched beyond sight.
The spiritual energy here was more than a hundred times denser than that of the inner sect.
"Is this Thousand Mountains?"
Zhang Chuan gazed out at the scenery and could not help clicking his tongue. Having lived for so many years, this was his first time seeing such a sight.
It possessed an indescribable beauty.
It drew him in, making him want to stay forever and ever.
"A top-tier sect indeed."
Su Ning could not help sighing in praise as well. In his previous life, he had been an exceptionally powerful independent cultivator, living a life of hardship and wandering.
He had owned a few cave dwellings, but at best, they had only been comparable to the outer sect here.
After struggling his whole life, he could finally enjoy himself properly.
A smile appeared on Su Ning's face as his gaze continually swept across Thousand Mountains.
It was visible to the naked eye: the taller the peak, the greater the pressure it contained.
The hierarchy was plain to see.
He just did not know what sort of grotto-heavens and blessed lands would be granted to people like them, who had only just entered Thousand Mountains.
Su Ning was looking, and so was Mo Tianxing.
As for Gu Yuan, his gaze fell upon the grotto-heaven and blessed land where Gu Changlin resided.
The Third True Disciple occupied the third-highest peak.
These peaks did not need to be relocated every time, after all.