In the distance, a towering mountain range cloaked in a layer of verdant vegetation stood like an emerald giant, holding up the heavens and bracing the earth.
Wisps of milky-white cloud and mist transformed into jade ribbons, winding around the green-veiled mountains.
The mountain path twisted upward, and at last, a figure emerged from the clouds. Though his aura was somewhat unsteady, his expression remained calm and composed.
Before him, a divine tree that seemed to have fused with endless Dao Rhyme grew in silence. Behind it lay a sheer cliff and a boundless sea of clouds.
The jade-green divine tree adorned the scene. Beneath the vast Azure Heaven and sea of clouds, the tree's brilliant radiance seized one's soul at first glance.
Looking downward, he saw a longsword slanted into the earth above the divine tree's roots.
Now and then, branches, leaves, and vines drooped down onto its hilt.
This diminished some of the scene's original sanctity, giving it instead a trace of mystery.
There were not many cultivators who came here, yet throughout the ages, every person who had walked this mountain path, stepped upon this mountain platform, and seen this divine tree and divine sword had been a renowned immortal seeker of the Dao.
Their figures had been branded into the Long River of Time. Some possessed talent that stunned heaven and earth; some forged a school of the Great Dao all their own; some left behind Daoist Lineages that would not decay for eternity...
None of the cultivators capable of coming here were ordinary people.
Naturally, over the accumulation of countless days and years, this divine tree had also become tinged with traces of the changing flow of time from the outside world.
At times, indistinct voices preaching the Dao could even be heard, tangled and