The cranes chirp in the courtyard, and the peaks of flowers emerge from the clouds.

 The scenery of the upper and lower peaks of Siling Mountain is a wonder.

The snow is covered with snow below, and the coldness has not yet melted; the flowers and grass are growing on it, and the divine light is everlasting.

 The land is filled with dust and smoke, and the palace of immortals is covered with smoke.

Even if the environment is difficult, the aura of heaven and earth is rich. Even if it is difficult to climb the mountain, looking up at it is a holy miracle.

Hence, at the foot of Mount Siling, there are still various major spirit refining forces gathered together.

 For nothing else.

 Here, if you look up, you will see the Holy Palace!

The Holy Palace is the highest institution of learning in the minds of the major spiritual masters in the five continents, a paradise comparable to the Guizhe Holy Mountain, and the place where a saint makes his fortune.

There is a saying: "In the beginning of the mysterious clouds, the foot of the Siling Mountain was called a different world. The old sages traveled through the ups and downs of the world. One blue and one yellow were immortals and sages."

 At the foot of Siling Mountain, too many people have seen the legend of the mainland’s semi-saint entering the world.

 There are indeed semi-saints in this world.

However, unlike the half-saints who are the executors who are higher than human beings on Guizhe Holy Mountain, the saints on Siling Mountain are closest to the world of spiritual refining.

They walked from the bottom of the spiritual master, just like climbing Mount Siling, which reaches into the clouds. Step by step, they reached the peak.

Just hearing about these holy miracles can give people endless motivation to practice cultivation.

Not to mention that at the foot of Mount Siling, there are indeed too many people who have seen the semi-sage enter the world and received guidance.

 The reason why the Holy Palace is the Holy Palace is this!

 …

 Siling Mountain, Leiming Peak.

 A colorful divine light rose up from the thundering peaks among the clouds and mist, and disappeared among the clouds. Then...

 “Boom!”

The sky shook and there was a loud noise.

Not only can the outstanding figures from various peaks of the Siling Mountain be glimpsed, but also the spirit-refining forces at the foot of the Siling Mountain can be heard and witnessed by travelers.

 “Holy miracle!”

 “This is a miracle!”

There are those who come here for the first time and are distracted by admiring the holy relics. Anyone who can set foot in this place knows that Mount Siling thunders day and night. This is a punishment from heaven and an attempt by a saint.

As for what the attempt was, probably no one knows.

 After all, how can ordinary people secretly spy on the actions of saints?

However, just seeing that thunderous calamity destroying the world, and yet being judged by the holy power at the halfway point, such a majestic sight can make people feel quite enlightened.

 The power of disaster is very attractive to those who are at the top of the Dao of Killing, but who dare not yet accept the "Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation".

Hence, there are people hiding everywhere at the foot of the Siling Mountains, and you can probably find at least one Dao-killing level enlightenment person by just grabbing them.

These people come here because they want to see a breakthrough.

 There are those who succeed, and there are also those who fail.

Even if the number of people who fail and fall is too high, it is still worth it for those who pursue the supreme way.

 At least, here, you can observe the coming of the power of disaster several times every day.

 But elsewhere, Zhan Dao is already at his peak.

Aside from the battle of life and death, who else can show great kindness and let outsiders observe and understand their own abilities?

 Thunder struck the world, and was finally wiped out.

 The birds and beasts return to their normal state and fly calmly.

After the sound of a crane chirping, the seekers on Siling Mountain looked up and returned to the state of cultivation. Scenes like this are commonplace.

 Thunder Peak, the main mountain.

This mountain is extremely high and majestic, but it is quiet and ethereal, as if it is a place where no one has set foot.

However, there is a very unique thatched hut among the mountains behind it, which are several feet high, among tens of feet of extraordinary flowers and plants, and hundreds of feet of peerless ancient trees.

This house is very small, with white walls and no roof.

 White thatched hut!

　　The thunderous rays of light emerged from here, and after astonishing the world, they also disappeared from here.

The legend of Siling Mountain comes from this, and the sacred relics of White Thatched Cottage are also spread throughout the world.

Just because of this, the real dweller is half holy, and his honorary name is "Jinzhao".

 No one dares to say his real name, but it will always be passed down in the world: Long Rongzhi!

 …

The white wooden door of the thatched hut was suddenly pushed open, and the sound it made was very hard.

The door was only halfway through, and it seemed to be stuck. After pushing forward for two more times, there was a "bang" and the entire door panel hit the ground heavily.

"Well?"

There was a sound of surprise inside.

 The hand that pushed the door was retracted immediately, and an old man with black hair came out.

It can be seen from the unkempt hair, dirty body, and burnt hands, but there are little white spots hidden in various places.

This old man should probably have gray hair, a fairy-like figure dressed in white clothes, a boyish face with white hair, and beautiful skin...

 But now, everything is completely opposite.

 “Failed again...ah!”

Long Rongzhi sighed, but suddenly choked on himself.

 Immediately, my Adam's apple rolled and my mouth slurred.

 “Ahem…”

 “he~legs!”

A mouthful of sticky, jet-black, unknown stuff was spat out. Long Rongzhi felt better and moved his hand.

 Holy power leads to energy, spiritual energy turns into spring.

After taking several sips, he became more energetic and said with enthusiasm:

“As expected, these elixirs that have not been punished by thunder will be of no use even if they are exploded using the ‘Ember Light Condensing Pill Technique’ and swallowed before they fail.”

“Thunder strikes will still strike, and elixirs will still be unpalatable.”

“Even the trace of divinity that was there before was completely disintegrated before it became a pill.”

 “How to break it?”

 He scratched his head anxiously.

  It seems that this is a problem that has been bothering me for a long time and I have never been able to find a solution.

After staggering for dozens of steps outside, walking from the tattered and charred trees nearby to the tall medicinal herbs with radiant light outside, Long Rongzhi turned back and stepped between the white thatched huts.

Feeling confused.

 Look up at the sky.

 The white thatched hut has no roof, so it is easy to peek into the outside world.

 The clouds of calamity are dissipating.

The fairy clouds are rising lightly, but the blue sky remains the same.

 Exploding the furnace cannot change anything in this world. Only a momentary fluctuation seems to be able to stir up a little excitement in this endless world.

 “Aren’t you here yet?”

 The whisper of Dragon Melt.

At this moment, the chirping of a crane finally reached my ears.

Outside the Thunder Peak, under the guidance of the divine light, a man dressed in black stepped lightly on a crane and landed gracefully at the door of the slightly burnt white thatched cottage.

This is a middle-aged man with a respectful face, thick black hair, and deep eye sockets, with a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.

 He has no eyebrows.

However, the high cheekbones and brow bones are embedded in shadows. Even if there are no eyebrows, it does not affect the appearance of this fierce-looking man in the slightest.

 “Master.”

 The man bowed slightly, with a respectful expression on his face.
To be continued...