Leaving White Emperor City, the Heavenly Stairway beneath their feet stretched all the way to the distant boundary.
No one knew how many steps it had; they were simply packed densely together.
Standing before it, everyone felt as though they were about to stand atop the highest peak and look down upon all mountains.
Several dozen servants stood beneath the Heavenly Stairway, carrying offerings for the worship ritual. As the stairway descended bit by bit, it faced directly toward the earth.
Chu Feiyang led the group as they descended from the sky, following the procession of worshippers.
Xu Zimo and Feng Buxiu walked at the very back. Along the way, Feng Buxiu explained, "The worship ritual is the greatest matter of White Emperor Mountain, because if you wish to enter White Emperor Mountain, you must first worship.
"If anything displeases the White Emperor, no one will be able to enter."
"Hasn't the White Emperor already left? This still happens?" Xu Zimo asked curiously.
"There are many things in this world that defy all reason," Feng Buxiu replied.
"We have always suspected that something within White Emperor Mountain is controlling the place, but we have never found any clues."
"We'll see once we get there," Xu Zimo said with a nod.
After all, he had never even seen White Emperor Mountain. Talking so much now was meaningless.
The large procession left White Emperor City and headed west.
After walking for roughly ten-odd minutes, they finally stopped before an emerald-green mountain peak.
Yet it was already difficult for them to advance any farther. Before the mountain stood an ancient Great Gate.
It resembled a cemetery outside the mountains, with rings of walls over ten meters high.
Though they carried the worn, aged feeling of time, the City Walls stood firm, their solidity