Neither Gao Wuyong nor Wei Jin was there to guide him along the way.
Only an azure palace lantern hung before Qing Chen, drifting up the mountain in time with his footsteps.
Palace complexes rose one behind another along the route, with soaring bridges spanning the sky, fourth-tier cold jade paving the ground, Scarlet Sun Spirit Bricks forming the walls, and lightning-warding gold inlaid in the upturned eaves. These were merely materials for paving roads, providing light, and adorning the palace grounds.
Had this been decades ago, when Qing Chen first entered Jade Capital Mountain, such a sight would still have stirred him somewhat.
Back then, his cultivation had been low and his wealth meager. Seeing fourth-tier spiritual materials used so extensively for the bricks and tiles throughout Jade Capital Mountain, he had naturally found the Immortal Dynasty's Imperial House unfathomable, while Emperor Jingtai had seemed like a figure seated above nine layers of clouds, impossible even to gaze up at.
But now, walking this mountain road again, Qing Chen's eyes were much calmer.
Ultimately, whether Scarlet Sun Spirit Bricks, Star Marrow Glazed Glass, or thousand-year purple-grain wood, they were all things that could be bought with spirit stones.
If low-grade spirit stones were not enough, one could use middle-grade spirit stones; if middle-grade spirit stones were not enough, one could throw in ten or a hundred times more.
As long as Great Jin held the Nine Circuits, could continuously draw upon the world's spirit mines and cultivators' blood and sweat, and could find enough artifact refiners, alchemists, and formation masters to perform ritual refinement day and night, this immortal grandeur could always be piled together.
Grand it certainly was, but it could hardly be called truly precious.
At Qing Chen's present level, ordinary fourth-tier spiritual materials could scarcely move