"Jiushan cannot be flown over, cultivators look to the sky and sigh. It truly is a rare and wondrous sight to behold!"
"Such majestic mountain ranges, one in an ordinary state region would be famous throughout the world. And here, there are actually nine!"
The young man in white slowly walked to the base of Heavenly Prison Mountain, repeatedly expressing his amazement.
The youth had fair skin and was quite handsome, but from time to time, a firmness that was not common in his peers flickered in his eyes.
Around his neck hung a rope fashioned from green vine.
A Qing-colored gourd was attached to the rope at the front.
The young man shook the gourd, then pulled the stopper, aiming its mouth at the towering Heavenly Prison Mountain range ahead.
After adjusting the position slightly, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Capture!"
With a light shout, a shadowy image seemed to be drawn from the distant Heavenly Prison Mountain and sucked into the Qing gourd.
