Floating clouds are far away on the horizon, not daring to disturb.
The mountain path is strict and orderly, establishing its own rules.
Under the impartial sunlight, there is an imposing figure draped in a purple Marquis's robe, with a straight spine, holding a sword, ascending the steps.
Between heaven and earth, his demeanor is exceptionally unique.
The mountain wind caressed the hem of his robe, seemingly docile like a wisp in the clouds and mist. Then it rushed towards the ritual stones standing like guards beside the path, emitting a neat and solemn resonance—
"Might!"
"Might!"
"Might!"
The Sound and Might Stone, which deters wrongdoing and maintains the dignity of the Cliff of Celestial Punishment, does not diminish this person's stature. Instead, it echoes within heaven and earth, resonating with his steps, as if enhancing his presence.
Moving forward, climbing higher.
Rivers and mountains stretch for thousands of miles, where couldn't one walk?
