The bright sun illuminates Qingcheng's splendor;A lone cloud arrives, bearing an Immortal!
Over the majestic, towering Qingcheng Mountain Range, rosy clouds now filled the sky and a gentle breeze blew. Auspicious beasts circled overhead, soaring freely, while pure sword glints pulsed with an immense radiance.
A straight path, paved from the very essence of the earth, led from the mountain's base directly to the main hall of the Qingcheng Sect on the summit.
On both sides stood sword-wielding Daoists, cradling longswords with solemn expressions.
Hundreds of peers from the world of Martial Arts, along with representatives from various national organizations, were now stepping onto the great road and making their way toward the summit.
"Tsk, tsk. Zhao Zhenren must be cultivating the path of an Immortal. This spectacle is truly astonishing."
A True Dharma Master exclaimed in surprise.
