Zhen Yuanzi's old face turned red as he said, "Back then, you seemed to have taken something from the Queen Mother of the West's clothing, and she chased you with a star in hand..."
At these words, a loud explosion rang in Tang Sanzang's mind, activating a segment of memory.
Above the vast primordial lands, mountains reached into the clouds, each mountain embodying all four seasons. The mountains were snow-capped, with cranes dancing and white apes calling.
A huge city built on the foundation of white jade sat atop one of the peaks.
The city consisted of a main city and four auxiliary cities outside, with twelve watchtowers built at the three corners of each auxiliary city...
Within the city, figures moved gracefully, the men handsome and the women beautiful, each exuding an air of immortal grace, either cultivating in clouds, pondering the cosmos, or discussing Taoism over tea in groups... a scene of bustling prosperity.
