The Ninety-Nine Ring Mountains were an existence unlike any other.
They towered into the clouds, level with the firmament. Even the radiant sea of clouds tens of thousands of zhang below lay beneath them, filling one with boundless shock and awe.
Chen Xun strolled across the White Jade Bridge, his peripheral vision lightly taking in the surroundings. Mountains encircled him, the sea of clouds churned, and the scenery was as picturesque as a painting—too beautiful to take in.
He let out a long breath, then drew in another, as though breathing in and out something unknown.
Peak after peak stood around the White Jade Bridge, like endless gigantic dragons lying across the earth. Yin Yang Power emanated from the bridge, as though gently holding Chen Xun aloft.
Chen Xun's feet had remained several inches above the ground. At the sight of such magnificent scenery, a surge of heroic spirit rose within him, and he wished to paint a picture.
Yet he could not help thinking of that Old Mister. The space between his relaxed brows furrowed slightly. In truth, he had never regarded Shi Rongxian as that Old Mister. They were two different people.
"Hehe." Chen Xun smiled faintly. As he walked along this endless road, he suddenly stopped and looked back. It was empty, with only radiant light shining up from the sea of clouds below.
His eyes narrowed slightly. With hands behind his back, he departed, his figure growing ever blurrier until it vanished completely from the long bridge.
Jade Clarity Palace...
Chen Xun gave an amused smile. A rotten little plaque still hung beneath it—Chen Xun and Ximen Black Ox's Home. It was as though a thread of mana was barely keeping it alive, and it swayed on the verge of falling.
Big Black Ox had personally