Seven days later, they were passing Mount Ninesongs. 0

Yunmen Qianfan was singing softly in a voice that sounded like countless chanting spirits. “Green summits conceal traces of immortals, nine curves twist and turn through the clouds. Emerald waters whisper through the stones, evening clouds gently add color to the trees.”0

Her words drifted over Mount Ninesongs, swirling to the summit, curving nine times before landing at the foot of the mountain, where emerald waters flowed in a mighty river. There was a boat on the river, almost like a fallen leaf.0

“Senior, that’s Mount Ninesongs. The stream that comes down the mountain has nine bends in it, and when it flows, you can hear the sound of immortal songs. That’s where the name comes from.”[1]0

Incense was burning in the boat, and a lantern provided light.1

Yunmen Qianfan was playing the zither and simultaneously looking at Xu Qing, who was studying Mount Ninesongs. She was not any less shaken than she had been earlier. Seven days had passed, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the gruish death of that Diling Dynasty elder. He had been a seven-world Smoldering God, but he had died weeping. That... seemed like something that only nine-world Smoldering Gods, those in the great...5