Mount Sanqing, the source of the Xin River, was only two to three hundred miles away from the Longhu Mountains. Its name meant "Three Pure Ones," which came from the three strange peaks that resembled the Three Pure Ones seated atop the mountain. 0

Because of the close distance, the Daoist heritage of Mount Sanqing had always been closely linked with the Celestial Master Sect of the Longhu Mountains.0

As Wang Sheng and the others approached Mount Sanqing, their SUV turned away from a patch of dense trees that had been blocking the view, and they caught sight of several sharp peaks rising steeply in the distance. In the eyes of a sword cultivator, they looked more like three swords pointing toward the heavens.0

"Is the venue set on the mountaintop?" Wang Sheng casually asked.0

"Unfortunately, it wasn't possible," Bulldozer said in a low tone. "The mountain is too steep, making it too difficult to build on the summit. The venue is set in front of a Daoist temple halfway up the mountain. Preparations started half a month ago, and it is almost fully set up by now."0

In the front passenger seat, Mou Yue was sleeping soundly under Bulldozer's jacket. Meanwhile, Mu Wanxuan was sitting cross-legged in meditation beside Wang Sheng, her...0