Daoist Yan stood atop the ancient tree on Biluo Peak, as the wind whistled harshly around her.
In the direction the ancient tree was facing lay the entrance of Shu Mountain. As she raised her eyes, she saw the bustling Red Cotton Peak. Spirits rose and fell, like a shower of lights. It was so splendid it seemed unreal.
She paused for a moment.
How many years had passed since she entered seclusion? How had Shu Mountain changed so drastically? Could it be the work of nature?
All this felt foreign, but she took comfort in the fact that the ancient tree and her Biluo Peak remained unchanged. She did not linger on these thoughts.
Because the moment she exited seclusion was when her vitality peaked. Her Chong Xiao Sword Qi shot towards Heaven's Gate, and sword cultivators across the Four Seas and Nine Continents could sense it.
Within three breaths, a sword qi, formed from white clouds, flew in from the west.
