An endless mountain range stretched across his vision. From afar, it resembled a long, sleeping dragon, clouds and mist curling around its slopes.
Nine extraordinary peaks pierced straight into the heavens.
Snow crowned their summits year-round, while their slopes enjoyed perpetual spring. Rosy light shone over them, and purple qi flourished.
This was [Purple Pole Mountain]!
The Purple Pole Sect, whose might awed this entire region, stood here.
If the magnificent scenery Lin Changheng had seen along the way still belonged to the mortal world, beautiful enough to admire, then this mountain offered a vision of the immortal path that stirred a yearning in his heart!
It surpassed even what he had imagined.
The normally docile, obedient Azure Flood Dragon Horse dared not go any farther. Lin Changheng had to dismount and lead it before its hooves would consent to move.
Man and horse continued along the road. Before long, they reached an inn where horses and carriages could be boarded, and travelers could rest or stay the night.
It belonged to the Purple Pole Sect.
The attendant was pleasant, too. None of the scenes from storybooks played out here, where even servants of an Upper Sect dared to glare and browbeat others.
Lin Changheng briefly explained his purpose and received a green jade token, which would serve as his claim ticket when he retrieved his horse.
It also contained a map to the mountain gate, which he could follow up the mountain. He was warned not to stray from the route, lest his safety be endangered.
Lin Changheng immediately agreed and offered his thanks.
After consulting the map and finding that the mountain gate was already quite close, he took a room at the inn.
Two days remained before Mo Zhaoli's Foundation Establishment celebration. As an outsider, Lin Changheng