Dawn. Mount Sanqing, enshrouded in white mist, was soon penetrated by the red rays of the morning sun. The scene was like that of an immortal realm.
A three-eyed man walked out of a certain temple and stood on its roof. He took a deep breath and said, "What a good place! As expected of a Taoist Heavenly Grotto!"
Several ancient pine trees could be seen on the verdant, moist with dew like a young coiling dragon. Raging waterfalls hung from the cliffs like descending silver dragons and the jade-like lake below appeared as if it was concealing a true dragon.
The morning rays showered down upon the misty mountain top and flooded the whole temple with a golden glow. It appeared seemingly divine.
Since his arrival at Mount Sanqing, he had occupied the Hollow Jade Peak after killing the two king-level entities there.
