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Mount Sumeru, the Western Lands.
"Hum~" A flash of golden light swept past, and a handsome young man appeared alongside a fat black-and-white bear with no neck or waist, shaped for all the world like a gas cylinder.
"Uh..." Gungun had been about to politely decline, explaining that he had to go to Kunlun himself or Tongtian would be furious. Instead, Zhunti had brought him somewhere unfamiliar in the blink of an eye. Throughout the Primordial World, every famous mountain and great river had its own name, so when Gungun looked up, he saw the name of the divine mountain beneath his feet-Sumeru. His chubby face immediately twitched violently.
A Saint really could roam the Primordial World with a single thought. He brought me from the east to the Western Lands in an instant! But sorry, this bear really has no destined affinity with your Western Lands! Boo-hoo~
"Fellow Daoist Gungun, what do you think? Though my Mount Sumeru cannot compare with Buzhou or Kunlun, it has a charm all its own, doesn't it?" Zhunti stepped down from the cloud and stood beside Gungun, asking with a cheerful smile.
At that, Gungun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he opened them, looked up, and gave Zhunti a smile as radiant as sunshine. "A mountain need not be tall; an immortal makes it sacred. Waters need not be deep; a dragon gives them spirit. Naturally, a Saint's Daoist Abode possesses splendor ranked among the finest in the Primordial World!"
"Hahaha! Your words are delightful, fellow Daoist. They truly warm the heart. Still... we cannot compare with the east after all. Since the war between the Dao and the demons, the spiritual