Soon, Lu Mingyuan found his consciousness being pulled into the stone slate by an invisible force.
When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a land of beautiful mountains and clear waters.
Before him lay a great marsh that stretched for a thousand li.
Upon the great marsh stood five Immortal Mountains, each with a unique landscape.
Lu Mingyuan, however, found himself suspended in mid-air.
In the distance, about twenty zhang away, he could see a sturdy man in a straw raincoat fishing on a lone boat.
The very image of a solitary angler on a lonely vessel.
Lu Mingyuan began to wonder.
'Could this be the space inside the stone slate? To receive the inheritance, do I have to pass a trial?'
'The five Immortal Mountains must symbolize the five Great Divine Techniques.'
"Senior? Senior?"
