Standing aboard the small boat and gazing into the distance, he could clearly see just how majestic that mountain range was.
Its peaks rose and fell, winding endlessly onward, wreathed in clouds and mist as they towered into the heavens. Rather than a mountain range, it looked more like an enormous dragon lying upon the earth.
Even from far away, he could feel its imposing grandeur, as though an Immortal One stood amid the clouds, holding up heaven and earth and looking down upon the ages, past and present.
"That is the ancestral land of the Silver King Clan. Brother Pu, you have devoted yourself to cultivation and never emerged from seclusion to roam these magnificent lands. Most likely, you have never been here," Chi Ming said softly.
Shi Yi nodded.
"The true forms of the Silver King Clan are enormous white beasts. According to legend, the Ancestor of that clan—that Immortal One—was not originally like this. Through a fortuitous encounter, he refined a silvery-white metal containing the power of the Great Dao into his flesh and blood, fusing with it.
"From then on, nothing could stop him. He swept through all enemies at his level, fought his way into the immortal realm, and founded an immortal King Clan," Chi Ming said, recounting the Silver King Clan's origins.
As Shi Yi listened, he recalled a prodigy of the Silver King Clan he had killed in the battle on the frontier of Great Red Heaven. If he remembered correctly, she had been a woman named Yin Ling, acclaimed as one of the ten great beauties of the Foreign Realm's younger generation.
To help her, He Ziming had gone so far as to pour out the blood of an Ancient Ancestor. Unfortunately, that celebrated beauty had still fallen at Shi Yi's hands,