There were actually two paths on this mountain.
Yang Qing and the others had never expected that.
If they had not decided to rest here for the night, they would never have discovered it.
Not knowing whether this path would still be there when the sun rose, Yang Qing and the others decided to climb the mountain at once.
The little grass shelter they had built was quite small, so the two paths lay very close together.
As Yang Qing and the others climbed, they could still clearly see what was happening on the path beside them.
With no trees blocking the view, that path was easy to see.
The new path Yang Qing and the others were taking did not actually seem any different from the original one.
But as they continued upward, they gradually realized that, at some point, the mountain path beside them, which had been so clearly visible, had vanished from sight.
Beneath their feet, the path that had originally been paved with earth and stones gradually became a bluestone road.
It really was different now.
But the higher Yang Qing and the others climbed, the narrower and steeper the path became, until they went from walking two abreast to proceeding in single file.
Mu Feng and Bu Er led the way, with Yang Qing third and Jiang Zhizhou bringing up the rear.
After climbing like this on their hands and feet for about two hours, the view before them suddenly opened up.
Ahead was another platform resembling a lookout terrace, but a mountain gate stood upon this one.
A plaque hung above the mountain gate: Returning Dust.
Returning Dust?
Did it mean returning to the mortal world?
*Or was it urging people like Yang Qing and the others, who had already come this far, to