In the morning, enter the stocks temple, the first light shines upon the secluded forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, where the Zen hall is deep in flowers and trees.
The mountain light delights the nature of birds, the deep pool touches the heart.
All sounds fall silent here, leaving only the sound of hundred flowers.
A seamless silver-white small canoe silently glided across the sky.
Zhou Chen reclined on the soft bed, admiring the magnificent mountains and rivers outside.
The Hundred Flowers Fairy nodded occasionally in agreement, but did not speak.
Suddenly.
Zhou Chen felt a sudden impulse as his thoughts flashed, the Celestial Ship switched perspectives with his gaze, only to see a fiery red mountain range ahead.
Each towering mountain was desolate and fiery red, burning with blazing flames, like the legendary Flame Mountain from myth.
"Where is this place?"
Zhou Chen inquired.
