"Look over there. That painting scroll is probably the Great Dao treasure those people were talking about."
The group gradually drew closer to that divine mountain, as awe-inspiring as a god.
When they saw the divine mountain, along with the painting scroll that bore the same faint phantom of it, their expressions all gained a touch of shock.
"Truly awe-inspiring."
"No great divine ability could surpass this."
"It's just that these steps..."
Someone looked at the flights of steps extending before them. One end of the stairs stood before these cultivators.
Following them with their eyes, the other end led directly to that golden painting scroll, which seemed to be drawing the divine mountain into itself.
Its auras overlapped and surged, stirring the vault of heaven. The azure sky's vital energy was clear and resplendent.
After passing through the curtain of rain,
this seemed to be the true sacred ground—the supreme immortal cultivation sanctuary they had sensed.
With such a cultivation treasure ground before them, everyone could not help but lighten their breathing.
They could not bear to disturb that bright, resplendent vital energy.
They looked again toward the divine mountain. It was like a giant who had split heaven and earth apart, who, after performing the astonishing divine ability of dividing yin from yang within chaos, had finally fallen into eternal slumber in this tranquil sacred ground.
It carried the vast, desolate aura of passing ages, along with the distant, unfathomable feeling of chaos at the dawn of creation.
Even though quite a few among them had once personally witnessed the peerless splendor of true powerhouses in action, they were still shaken by the silent spectacle before them.
"The divine mountain."
"Let's go in first."
"These stairs lead to the painting scroll. We have to obtain the treasure first.