His face, as always, was still without any emotions. It was late summer, with the sun starting to set into the horizon.
The setting sun casted a fiery red glow upon the sky, slowly descending down as the moon started to rise from the other direction.
All the disciples still outside started to head back to their own houses, cave abodes, and daoist temples. The atmosphere of the entire Eternal Peak became quiet and pleasant, with occasional chirping of birds passing from above, along with the sounds of animals and Spirit Beasts the disciples had raised here.
Some disciples still remained outside, a few of them admiring the view and conversing with eachother while the rest simply cultivated in nature's embrace. It was an extremely peaceful atmosphere.
In the past years, with the continous development of the Eternal Peak's Providence and the increasing Spirit Qi, the entire place had become far more majestic than before.
