The road leading into Mount Jiuhua was indeed extraordinarily grand.
White jade formed its steps, and spiritual mist gathered into clouds.
A broad, majestic avenue ran straight into the depths of the clouds and mist.
Spiritual springs murmured along both sides of the road, immortal cranes gathered in flight, and distant palaces and pavilions flickered in and out of view amid the swirling spiritual fog.
It displayed the profound foundations of a great Starsea sect in full.
"..."
Ye Li mingled with the crowd, casually surveying the scenery around him while silently calculating his next move.
Mount Jiuhua truly would not be easy to wipe out directly.
It was not that this place possessed such formidable reserves of combat power that he had to fear it.
Rather, up to this point, there had not been a sufficiently compelling reason to exterminate them.
Judging from Ge Feng's complete tapestry of memories, most of the upper-ranking elders here had advocated staying out of the Eastern Ji Family's plea for aid.
Quite a few elders had even explicitly urged everyone to avoid Ye Li's route of travel.
They feared being tainted by even the slightest trace of karma.
Things had only developed to this point because Ge Feng himself had stubbornly gone his own way.
He had insisted on cherishing some master-disciple bond and gone running to involve himself with the Ji Family.
Otherwise, before Ye Li had even arrived—
the Myriad Flower Divine Weapon Iron in his hand would already have gotten intimately acquainted with this place's mountain-protecting formation.
After reviewing the memories in their entirety,
the only one suspected of being an accomplice was Mount Jiuhua Master himself.
Not only had he tacitly approved of Ge Feng's actions, but he had also stuffed him full of protective treasures in the end.