The mountain is mighty, its aura extraordinary. Colored cranes fly south, white mist lingers.
Steep cliffs hang green pines, murky lotus grow from the ground. Red clouds spread eastward, rainbow lights flow. Tranquility does not notice the winter and summer, and reaching afar, one does not feel the passing of time.
In the perilous mountain ridges, a piece of mystical paradise lies hidden.
Wen Caishang laughed: "Even if we can't find the map to get out, it wouldn't be a waste to have walked this path. Settling here surpasses just resting in the forest."
They entered the Tomb Hidden Mountain.
It felt like stepping into a new world. The damp and stifling sensation completely vanished, replaced by a refreshing sense of rebirth. This place has nurtured for thousands of years, breeding miraculous fruits.
A vine hung down, with a small vermilion fruit at its end. Li Xian casually plucked it and consumed it. His blood surged rapidly, and his hair turned much blacker.
