That afternoon, Li Chen traveled with Feng Mingzhu and the others to Yunshan Valley, more than two thousand li from Suyang City.
The mountains here were tall and thickly wooded, the scenery exquisite. Unbroken stretches of white mist pooled like a sea of clouds within the great basin of the valley. Viewed through a cultivator's discerning eyes, however, this was no ordinary mist, but the multicolored spiritual energy of the five elements and the earth's energy veins. Faint radiance could be seen soaring into the heavens, as though divine artifacts and treasures lay buried in the soil below.
The air here was exceptionally fresh. Along the way, the birds and beasts they saw were both plentiful and lively. Even the trees growing within a hundred-li radius were far thicker and sturdier than those elsewhere.
This was precisely the effect of the spirit peak blessed land's root veins nourishing the earth, creating a land whose spiritual richness nurtured outstanding people. Throughout the area reached by the blessed land's root veins, a wondrous landscape like an earthly immortal paradise extended anywhere from several dozen li to nearly a thousand, depending on the grade of its spiritual veins.
"This place is rich in natural resources and extraordinary spiritual essence. It truly deserves to be called a blessed land!"
"I wonder what blessings and fortunate encounters Luo Changshan enjoyed in his youth to become the master of this place."
"But all things in this world rise and fall, succeed and fail. After more than two hundred years, even if he hadn't invited a wolf into his home and suffered for it, he would still have died of old age."
"Once he died of old age and the blessed land had no master, wouldn't people have fought over it all the same?"
As thoughts surged