The summit of Tianmu Peak was a vast platform, littered haphazardly with strange rocks. Several enormous ancient trees spread their luxuriant crowns, shading most of the platform.
Zhang Xiaohua arrived atop the platform and spread out his divine sense. Seeing no trace of anyone nearby, he immediately leaped upward and stood atop the canopy, surveying his surroundings. All around Tianmu Peak lay a sea of clouds, with only its summit exposed, like a small island in the ocean. Far in the distance, several dark island-like silhouettes could vaguely be seen—presumably the summits of other peaks. With several clear cries of "caw, caw," a few white cranes pierced through the sea of clouds, stirring up wisps of mist. They circled several times above the clouds before plunging down again and vanishing without a trace. To the east, the enormous sun cast golden light across the cloud sea. Mountain winds gusted, clouds rolled and churned, like golden serpents dancing wildly. For a moment, Zhang Xiaohua was utterly entranced.
This must be a realm of immortals.
After drinking in the sight for a while, Zhang Xiaohua sighed and thought, Though it is like an immortal realm, it is still foreign soil, not a place where I can plant my feet. Besides, splendid scenery is merely an outer appearance; the decay of human hearts is the true nature beneath. But where is there a land of peace and joy?
Then, without further hesitation, he released his divine sense and shot westward in a leap.
The west side was where the Pill Department alchemists resided. Not many herbs were planted there. Though the slope was not particularly steep, every kind of tree was thick and towering, while herbs and wild grass grew everywhere on the ground. It looked entirely untended.
As he walked, he heard