Clang! Clang! Clang!
The melodious bell sound echoed throughout Hua Mountain.
On the mountain path of Qingke Plateau, Li Yan turned to look back, feeling conflicted.
The day he forged his blade was the very day the abbot of Chunyang Palace passed away.
No matter how it was viewed, it seemed somewhat ominous.
At such times, naturally, they dared not utter any unnecessary words to tempt fate. After bidding farewell to Yu Fengzi and the others, they hurriedly descended the mountain.
This Hua Mountain truly deserved to be the root of the Divine State.
Reflecting on the journey in hindsight, it felt bizarre with many unexplained mysteries still shrouded in fog.
For example, the mysterious fur-clad woman and the sheep elder in the "List of Immortals."
One achieved longevity by consuming herbs, preserving the Divine Astral to this day, and the other could transform with spells, truly mystical beyond belief.
