You Province.
Night rain whispered down, and a lone mountain stood apart.
"Still here?"
The white-robed scholar dismounted from his scrawny donkey and stood still. Layers of rotting leaves lay beneath his feet. He pressed down slightly, and waves of bloody light welled up.
"Lord Zhou, please follow me."
Ahead stood a strangely shaped Thunder Ghost, with a bird's head, a human body, scales, and a pair of folded golden membranous wings. His cultivation approached purple mansion peak, yet he possessed no divine ability. He seemed more like a remnant of the Divine Dao.
"Prison-Suppressing Mountain. The repeated great wars never reached this place. It can be counted as a peaceful haven."
With one indifferent glance, Zhou Shi took in the entirety of this divine mountain in northern You Province. Even a Great True Person could not find the slightest trace of it.
"Farther north... is that Star-Picking Plain?"
He looked beyond the frontier and saw starlight flickering across the plain beneath the shroud of night, a mingling of darkness and light, as though countless blue lamps had been lit.
"Indeed."
The Thunder Ghost lowered himself and spoke as he led the way. "In the Ancient Era, that place was called [Mount Taiwei]. Later, a mighty figure lifted it into the heavens and turned it into stars."
"Then why is it called Star-Picking?"
"My lord, naturally, someone plucked those stars down."
The Thunder Ghost also glanced at the starlit plain, and caution entered his voice. "It seems... it happened during the first war between immortals and demons in the Great Zhou era."
"A war between immortals and demons? Who followed the Immortal Dao, and who followed the Demonic Path?"
Zhou Shi gave the Thunder Ghost no chance to answer, merely saying, "Keep leading the way."
Thus, the two made their