"Let's go back to Lone Pine Mountain!"
Several days later, He Pingsheng reclined in a lounge chair in the great hall and spoke lazily.
Su Zhenzhen and Zhou Qingmei attended him on either side.
"That's our foundation, and the territory I established!"
"All right!" Su Zhenzhen said. "Whatever you say, husband... are we taking the children too?"
She and He Pingsheng had only one child, but their descendants numbered over a dozen.
He Pingsheng nodded. "Of course we are!"
After some preparations, He Pingsheng tore open a vortex in the void and left Great Order Emperor City with over a dozen people, arriving at Lone Pine Mountain, not far outside Vermilion Bird Emperor City.
A vast, snowy plain stretched before them.
The mountain gate of Lone Pine Mountain lay in the crater of a tall volcano on that snowy plain.
After several centuries of development, Lone Pine Mountain had finally become a mighty power, one of the few foremost forces in Vermilion Bird Emperor City, and even the entire Vermilion Bird Emperor Domain.
In particular, everyone knew this was He Pingsheng's territory, so naturally no one dared cause trouble.
Meanwhile, disciples hoping to join arrived in an endless stream.
The scenery of Lone Pine Mountain was beautiful.
It had both gentle, picturesque mountains and waters and the majestic, varied splendor of snowy peaks.
Moreover, the spiritual energy here was exceptionally dense, and it had long since become a blessed grotto of the immortals.
After returning to Lone Pine Mountain, He Pingsheng took out a purple-gold bead, expanded it with a bang, and placed it in a secluded spot within the sect.
This bead was, of course, the Lesser Spirit World.
Within the Lesser Spirit World, there were no humans, nor any cultivators.
There was only an endless, boundless continent.
Forests