Immortal Seekers Roam the Three Mountains and Five Peaks; I Hear Nothing of the Vast Mortal World

Five Immortals Mountain.

Clouds and mist locked the mountain away.

The terrain here was wondrously steep, its forests lush and verdant.

Shrouded in mist year-round, its true face was difficult to glimpse.

Should some rustic villager stray deep within, he would behold a hidden realm unlike any other.

Mists scattered rainbow hues; sun and moon cast shimmering light.

A thousand ancient cypresses rose emerald-green through rain in midair; ten thousand stalks of cultivated bamboo filled a ravine, dark and verdant beneath the haze.

Strange flowers spread like brocade beyond the gate, while jade herbs by the bridge exuded fragrance.

The stone cliffs jutted out, moist with green moss; emerald lichen stretched long across the towering walls.

Clop, clop.

The sound of hoofbeats gradually rose, crushing the otherworldly tranquility of this place.

Several dozen riders galloped in from afar.

They did not stop until they reached the foot of the majestic mountain.

"Whoa—"

The old man at the front sharply reined in his horse, swung down, and raised his head to look at the ancient stone path that led straight into the clouds.

A bitter smile slowly curved his lips.

As a Martial Venerable of the Mountain-Viewing Realm,

he was a formidable power anywhere under heaven. At this very moment, he should have been in Jiannan, slaying demons and exterminating evil.

Yet now...

he had to come like a homeless dog, bearing lavish gifts and using his cultivation as a brick with which to knock upon their gate.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

Five Immortals Mountain was no ordinary mortal place.

Without the cultivation of the Mountain-Viewing Realm to support him, they might not even deign to acknowledge him.

"Elder Cheng... are we... truly going to..."

Behind him, a deputy general of the Demon