He had originally been heading to the main peak, Cloud Watchtower.
Yet now, unhurriedly riding his flying sword, he admired the ancient architecture of every race. The natural law patterns carved into those structures lent them a mysterious air, making their deep foundations apparent at a glance.
"No wonder my own sect always had the aura of a nouveau riche..." Chen Xun narrowed his eyes. He had learned quite a bit more, and inwardly sighed. "So it wasn't merely the accumulation of time. These things added to it as well."
Half a day later.
Chen Xun arrived belatedly. Cloud Watchtower's main peak was incomparably vast, with no fewer than several hundred thousand disciples of the main branch. Ever since Fushi Sect's Grand Elder had become an Immortal, he seemed especially fond of taking in disciples, and there were over a hundred under his tutelage.
Yuan Chengsi counted as a first-generation disciple and had entered the sect early. Chen Xun and the others were second-generation disciples, so they had to address Fushi Sect's Grand Elder as Martial Grandmaster.
This peak stretched boundlessly, heavy and majestic like a pillar holding up the heavens, rising several thousand zhang high. In the mornings, waterfalls of cloud swept in like ocean waves, yet the sight resembled an eruption of spiritual qi and greatly benefited cultivators.
Cloud Watchtower's main peak was the envy of disciples from the many branch lineages of Fushi Sect. If one could comprehend the Dao here, advancing a thousand miles in a single day would not be an exaggeration.
True spirits built nests upon this peak and guarded the land, while heavenly phenomena never ceased. Simply setting foot here made one feel refreshed and at ease.
On the broad, straight mountain road, disciples of every race passed back and forth. They seemed