At the same time.
Lingyun Sacred Land.
Xuanmiao Peak.
This was not a particularly tall mountain. Its appearance was plain and unremarkable, yet within the peak, several top-grade metal-attribute spirit veins converged.
The higher up the mountain one went, the denser the metal spiritual energy permeating the air became. Near the summit, the metal spiritual energy in the air had already thickened like mist, visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly.
A gigantic Thunder Eagle whistled down from high in the sky, wheeling in a spiral before flapping its wings and landing on the Martial Arts Platform halfway up the mountain.
A figure drifted down from the Thunder Eagle's back. It was Cao Youqing.
"Senior Youqing."
The disciples in charge of guarding the Martial Arts Platform saw her and immediately came forward to salute.
Cao Youqing returned the courtesy casually, then headed up the mountain.
Out of respect for the master of the peak, she did not fly straight to the summit, but climbed the steps one by one.
Along the way, she felt the sharp metal spiritual energy stab her muscles and bones until they ached, like bristles pricking her back.
Even though she had come here more times than she could count, every time she felt this, she still could not help being filled with emotion.
With her strength as someone who had just entered the late stage of the Celestial Realm, she still found this environment extremely uncomfortable. To live here long-term, without a steadfast mind and utterly formidable perseverance, one simply could not endure it.
However, her strength was still what it was. Even on foot, her speed was extremely fast.
Before long, she arrived at the mountaintop.
Unlike the heavily guarded scene below the mountain, there were no disciples standing guard at the summit, nor any