The Ninety-Nine Ringed Mountains were an existence unlike any other.
They soared into the clouds, level with the vault of heaven. Even the radiant sea of clouds, tens of thousands of zhang high, lay beneath them, inspiring boundless shock and reverence.
Chen Xun strolled across the White Jade Bridge, his gaze casually sweeping the surroundings. Mountains encircled him, the cloud sea churned, and the scenery was picturesque beyond compare.
He let out a long breath, then drew in another deep one, though none knew what he was breathing in and out.
Peak after peak rose around the White Jade Bridge, like endless colossal dragons sprawled across the earth. Yin-Yang Power emanated from the bridge, as though gently supporting Chen Xun.
Chen Xun's feet had remained several inches above the ground. At the sight of such magnificent scenery, a surge of heroic spirit welled up in his heart, and he wished to paint a picture.
Yet he could not help thinking of that old gentleman. His relaxed brow creased slightly. In truth, he had never regarded the First Fusion Immortal as that old gentleman. They were two different people.
"Hehe." Chen Xun smiled faintly. Walking along this road whose end could not be seen, he suddenly stopped and looked back. It was utterly empty, with only radiant light shining up from the cloud sea below.
His eyes narrowed slightly. With his hands behind his back, he departed into the distance, his figure growing ever blurrier until it completely vanished from the long bridge.
Jade Purity Palace...
Chen Xun could not help but laugh. Beneath it hung a small, thoroughly decayed plaque—Chen Xun and Ximen Black Bull's Home. It seemed as though it were being kept alive by magical power alone, swaying on the verge of collapse.
The great hall had been