The East Saint's residence.
Behind the majestic and towering mountain gate.
Mountains soared and dipped, with palaces scattered across the peaks.
Clouds collected, mixing with the rising mist of the mountains.
A perfect representation of a celestial landscape.
Yet lurking within, flash of malice and wicked aura, spoiled much of the celestial charm.
Occasionally, figures clad in red and black Daoist robes appeared between the peaks, moving swiftly from north to south.
At this time, a figure with an enduring aura and blurred features came out from between the mountains.
He slightly raised his head to see a chained, purple Spirit Beast in the mountains nearby.
The figure paused briefly before flying towards the deeper parts of the mountains.
After a few leaps, he stood before an old, derelict palace.
The palace doors were ajar, and there didn't seem to be any sound coming from within.
