Li Yan stood atop the scroll-like flying artifact, gazing at the enormous mountain drawing ever closer. Anticipation stirred within him, along with a trace of bewilderment. He did not know what sort of life awaited him here.
The mountain drew nearer and nearer. Its entire body was a dark emerald, blanketed in bamboo. These were not the lush, jade-green bamboo he had once seen on Great Green Mountain. Their color was nearly black, yet faint green crystalline motes glimmered across their stalks.
Those green crystalline motes actually flowed slowly along the bamboo. Beyond the sense of weight and tranquility they inspired, they also carried an air of fantasy.
Watching the slowly drifting green light, he suddenly thought of something. Could there be Gu insects inside this bamboo too? His expression became rather colorful, and his heart began to pound.
The senior brother beside him seemed to know what he was thinking. He glanced at him and said with a smile, "Are you wondering whether spirit insects or Gu insects might be living inside these bamboo stalks?"
He could guess that too?
Before Li Yan could speak, his senior brother continued.
"Hehe, it is easy to guess. Any cultivator who has seen those three peaks will have such thoughts when they first arrive at Small Bamboo Peak. Your senior brother was the same back then. But bamboo is simply bamboo; there are no spirit insects living inside. This bamboo is a spirit plant, and quite a fine material for refining artifacts. I will explain it in detail when there is time." As he spoke, they landed on a patch of grass halfway up the mountain.
Li Yan stepped down from the scroll-like artifact and looked ahead. The mountain rose dark and heavy into the sea of clouds. Up its ink-black slopes,