"Child, this is the Holy Land of Taihua, where common folks are not permitted to enter."
The guard Wu De, who was keeping watch at the mountain gate, saw a female Earth Immortal descending on her sword at the gate of Taihua Divine Mountain and approached her to remind.
"I am Jianjia, a disciple from Mount Shu, seeking an audience with the Holy Son of Taihua."
Jianjia curiously looked around at the Taihua Divine Mountain behind the mountain gate.
The Taihua Divine Mountain towers ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang high, its treasure light shining ten thousand zhang, manifesting a majestic presence.
Taihua mountain is home to tens of thousands of geniuses. To the cultivators of the outside world, Mount Taihua is one of the sacred lands, a lofty existence.
"Do you have a token?"
"I do."
"So you are a guest of the Holy Son of Taihua, please."
After seeing the token, Wu De respectfully led Jianjia into Taihua Divine Mountain.
