Qin Cangtian stood atop a towering mountain peak, gazing out over the land before him.
This sacred place, known as Xuanfeng Mountain, was where he had cultivated for a thousand years, and a blessed sanctuary countless cultivators dreamed of visiting. Located on the far edge of the Eastern Region, Xuanfeng Mountain was isolated from the secular world, and ordinary mortals could scarcely set foot there. The mountain was famed not only for its rugged terrain, but also for the boundless spiritual energy it contained, making it a paradise for cultivators.
It was late autumn. A chill swept through the mountains as leaves fluttered down. Qin Cangtian’s figure looked especially tall and straight in the glow of the setting sun. His gaze pierced mountain after mountain, as though he could see the bustling city thousands of miles away.
