The azure light pierced the clouds, and the mountains and rivers receded.
In a moment, Ning Chenxin felt his body lighten, and the scenery before him suddenly cleared.
Clouds flowed like the sea beneath his feet. Several green peaks pierced the clouds, standing majestically, with ancient pines and strange cypresses on their summits, verdant and vigorous. There were no resplendent palaces in the mountains, only a few simple Taoist temples built against the mountain, with blue tiles and white walls, blending perfectly with nature. A gentle breeze carried the refreshing fragrance of vegetation and a faint hint of sandalwood, cleansing the body and mind.
The concentration and purity of the spiritual energy here far exceeded any place Ning Chenxin had previously seen.
More peculiarly, the air was filled with an upright, harmonious aura, resonating vaguely with the righteousness he cultivated, causing his pores to involuntarily open.
