"It should be close now."
Several hours later, Zhang Yao had already reached the depths of Celestial Capital Mountain.
Here, near the summit of Celestial Capital Mountain, it was a thousand feet above the ground, the cold wind piercing, water turning to ice, with mist gently veiling, a place difficult for the ordinary to reach.
"Hmm?"
After delving a little further, Zhang Yao sharply perceived something abnormal.
He immediately employed his magical power, utilizing the Spiritual Eye Skill, his eyes gleaming with crystal light, and the mist before him churned open, revealing the true visage of the mountain.
In the depths of the isolated mountain, surprisingly revealed was a stone-stepped path winding upward, ending with a suite of shadowy halls and pavilions.
Amidst the white clouds resides an Immortal Family.
"Finally arrived."
Upon seeing this sight, Zhang Yao revealed a trace of a smile.
