Xiao Hua naturally had no idea that Old Demon Zhi Feng had already marked him down for hatred. At this moment, he merely sat atop the Heavenly Horse, flying with the Light Beast toward where the sun rose, his face full of holiness. Nor did he know that somewhere in Yuzhou, an even greater open scheme concerning him was slowly unfolding.
Cangxian Continent was vast beyond measure. Most mortals never had the chance in their entire lives to travel through all Nine Provinces of Cangxian Continent. Yuzhou, one of those Nine Provinces, was itself a colossal existence in the eyes of most mortals. Many people of Yuzhou likewise never left Yuzhou in their lifetimes. Chongli Kingdom, also within Yuzhou, was utterly different from Xi Kingdom.
Chongli Kingdom lay far to the south of Yuzhou, where the climate was like spring throughout all four seasons. The Tuotuo River, several times broader than the Liao River, flowed through Chongli Kingdom's borderlands. Under such pleasant skies, Chongli Kingdom not only abounded in produce and possessed prosperous people, but also boasted beautiful mountains and waters, lush grass and trees. It was a renowned land of fish and rice for ten thousand miles around. Yet what truly made Chongli Kingdom famous throughout Yuzhou was not its scenery or wealth, but Hanling Mountain, which stood in the Tuotuo River within Chongli Kingdom.
Hanling Mountain stood a thousand zhang high and covered several mu in area, rising from the surging river like a jade pillar propping up the heavens—a truly extraordinary sight. Yet for tens of thousands of years, this wonder had been no more than a scenic view of Chongli Kingdom. Though people came to admire it, its fame had never spread far. People living only a little farther from Chongli Kingdom might not even have