Driving his scarlet escape light, Wang Zijia reached Qifeng within around a quarter of an hour.
At this moment, it was just after nine in the morning. Bathed in the morning sun, much of the mist lingering amid the mountains had dissipated. The entirety of Inheritance Peak, adorned in a layer of bloody golden light, gleamed under the radiance of the morning sun.
Pavilions stood at the foot of the mountain, and age-old trees blanketed its top, the two extremes divided in the middle of the mountain as if showcasing the schism and fusion between the ancient sect era and the present cultivation era.
Gazing upon this scene, Wang Zijia hovered in the air momentarily before he, according to the guidance from his identity card, headed for the cluster of halls where the Taoist Building stood halfway up the mountain.
Despite the early hour and the ongoing wartime, one could still spot many escape lights ascending and descending, maintaining an ambiance of an immortal family.
