The Heavenly Eye Mountain Range enjoyed considerable fame across the vast, resource-rich Central Plains. The main reason was the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool, which appeared only once every three years. Its miraculous ability to cleanse marrow and scour meridians, transform the body from the bones outward, and help people break through the Dou Emperor bottleneck held an immense attraction for countless members of the younger generation.
Now, with the triennial opening of the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool approaching, a dense, dark sea of people had already occupied the entrance at the foot of the Heavenly Eye Mountain Range. The entrance was narrow, and the enormous tide of people had packed it to bursting.
It was not that these people did not know how to fly in from above. Rather, the thick clouds and mist enveloping the Heavenly Eye Mountain Range seemed to contain a vast, chilling energy. No one dared try to be clever and enter through the sky.
"There really are a lot of people!"
On a small peak outside the Heavenly Eye Mountain Range, a young man dressed in white gently waved a folding fan as he gazed down at the entrance. Looking at the surging crowd and its sea of bobbing heads, he voiced his amazement.
His long, jet-black hair cascaded loosely down his back like flowing ink. Every strand was lustrous and full, and faint points of silver gleamed among the tips, as though tiny silver stars lingered there.
Two slender brows, like willow leaves or distant mountains brushed with dark pigment, framed eyes as black and unfathomable as an abyss, seemingly capable of drawing a person's soul into their depths.
Soft lines traced graceful contours across his smooth, jade-like face. Exquisite features adorned that dreamlike countenance, as beautiful as a painting, completing its flawless beauty