Bu Er took Wood on a circuit through the surrounding villages, but they found no more of those so-called miracles.
Still, strange things had happened in each village, to one extent or another.
The incidents were scattered across so many places that hardly anyone had paid them any attention.
But Bu Er and Wood gathered accounts of all these incidents and reported them to Yang Qing.
Yang Qing frowned slightly as he listened.
Nothing they had learned sounded particularly remarkable, but nearly every account mentioned the same place.
That place was called Rosy Cloud Mountain.
Rosy Cloud Mountain supposedly stood beside the Eastern Sea. It had originally been an unremarkable little mound, but one year, an immortal passing overhead happened to see the brilliant evening clouds casting their light upon it, making it blaze with radiance.
And so that immortal named the little mound Rosy Cloud Mountain.
Stranger still, whenever the evening glow did not fall upon it, Rosy Cloud Mountain looked like the most ordinary little mound imaginable. Yet it possessed an ability that no other great mountain had.
Every year, Rosy Cloud Mountain grew taller.
That was right. Every year, this little mound grew another ten or twenty feet, just like a child shooting up.
Folk legend held that Rosy Cloud Mountain was actually a Divine Ladder leading to the Heavenly Realm.
As long as Rosy Cloud Mountain kept growing, one day it would reach the heavens.
And whoever climbed Rosy Cloud Mountain and ultimately reached the heavens would attain the Dao and become an immortal.
But attaining the Dao and becoming an immortal was merely a legend. After all, no one had ever seen it happen.
Yet never having seen it did not mean no one coveted it.
And someone had already set his sights on Rosy