Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 137 The Holy Land of Soaring Wind

The Azure Phoenix Flying Boat cut through the southern sky and gradually reached the depths of the Central Continent.

The Central Plains, this vast and complex land, is unfolding one by one.

The airship's journey thereafter went smoothly, with no further enemy attacks.

Lu Ming spent most of his time cultivating in the quiet room of the ship's cabin.

He continuously circulated the Xuanwu True Skill. After the Qi of the Spleen Earth was perfected, the speed at which he absorbed the other four types of Qi of the Five Elements also increased significantly, but it was still a long way from perfection.

The Hidden Dragon Robe perfectly concealed all abnormalities; to outsiders, he appeared to be just a Golden Core cultivator quietly cultivating.

One day later.

"Everyone, the mountain gate of the Fuyou Holy Land is just ahead!" Nangong Lie's voice carried a hint of excitement.

Lu Ming got up and walked to the porthole.

On the distant horizon, the outline of a majestic mountain range slowly emerges.

Unlike the magnificent mountains of the Taoist Academy and Zhenwu Sect, the mountains here are steep peaks that seem to have been cleaved by a giant axe, like thousands of sharp swords stuck upside down on the earth!

Clouds and mist swirl among the mountain peaks, shimmering with a faint, flowing rainbow of colors.

What's even more breathtaking is that, in the center of that forest of sword-like peaks, there is a main peak that stands out prominently.

Its mountain shape is the most unique, as if the entire mountain peak has been split in two, with one side being a nearly vertical cliff, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.

On the other side are stepped platforms and palaces, layer upon layer, all the way to the summit.

At the summit, a magnificent palace, pure white and shaped like a giant bird with outstretched wings, stands quietly, appearing and disappearing amidst the colorful sunset, like a fairyland.

We've arrived at the Holy Land of Soaring Wind.

As the airship drew nearer, everyone could feel the grandeur of this sacred land even more.

Before the mountain gate lies a vast plain, paved with a single piece of white jade, upon which are intricate arrays for gathering spiritual energy and defense.

There were already many cultivators coming and going on the plain, some riding on their escape lights, others riding on strange beasts, all dressed in different styles. They were clearly cultivators from various places who came to pay a visit or to trade.

The Azure Phoenix Flying Boat slowly landed in the designated area. The cabin door opened, and Li Jingyun stepped out first, followed closely by the others.

Upon landing, a rich aura of spiritual energy from heaven and earth rushed towards us.

This spiritual energy is different from that of the outside world. After being refined and transformed by the sacred mountain's protective array, it becomes even purer, and one feels refreshed with every breath.

"What a blessed land!" Lin Yan held the Heavenly Compass, its pointer trembling slightly, and he murmured in admiration.

"The earth's veins are aligned with the celestial bodies, and the spiritual energy circulates endlessly. It truly deserves to be called a sacred land with a history of ten thousand years."

Disciples from the Holy Land of Fuyou had already come forward to greet them.

The leader was a middle-aged monk dressed in a blue-white robe.

Behind him followed more than ten young disciples, both men and women, each with an imposing air, their eyes curiously surveying the people from the academy.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong, Fellow Daoist Li, you have all come a long way and have had a long journey." The middle-aged cultivator bowed and greeted them.

"I am Feng Yuanyang. I have been ordered by Elder Bixiao to wait here in respect."

Nangong Lie was clearly acquainted with Feng Qingyang, and said with a smile, "Brother Feng, you're too kind. Is Elder Bixiao on the mountain?"

"Master has prepared a tea ceremony at the Moon-Viewing Terrace, awaiting your arrival." Feng Qingyang stepped aside to lead the way. "Please follow me."

The group followed Feng Yuanyang and stepped onto a wide staircase carved from a single piece of green jade.

The stairs were suspended in mid-air, extending upwards step by step, leading directly to the bottom of the stepped platform.

On both sides of the staircase, faint golden runes appear and disappear, supporting the staircase.

As you climb the steps, the view becomes increasingly expansive, offering a clear view of the interior of the Fuyou Sacred Land.

Countless palaces and pavilions are built against the mountain, arranged in a staggered and elegant manner, with white as the main color and embellished with blue and gold.

There are waterfalls and springs in the mountains, and rainbow bridges span the water. From time to time, cultivators fly by in various magical treasures, their robes fluttering, exuding an ethereal aura.

What is even more striking is that on some steep peaks or cliffs, there are stone tablets, stone swords, stone tripods and other objects of various shapes.

Those are the traces of enlightenment left by the sages of the past generations in the sacred land of Fuyou.

"That's the Forest of Steles." Seeing that everyone's attention was drawn to the stone tablets and swords, Feng Qingyang took the initiative to introduce them. "Those are the traces of the Dao left by the predecessors of Fuyao."

"The heritage of the Fuyou Sacred Land is all-encompassing. Anyone who cultivates to a high level can leave their mark here for future generations to study and comprehend."

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, the auras emanating from those stone tablets were vastly different.

Some are sharp and soaring, some are as heavy as mountains, some are as ethereal as clouds, and some are full of vitality.

At the end of the steps is a huge platform called Yingxianping.

The platform is paved with white jade, and twelve giant pillars carved with dragon and phoenix patterns stand along its edge.

At this moment, many disciples of the Holy Land had stopped to watch and whisper among themselves on the platform.

Clearly, news of the arrival of the Taoist priests had already spread.

Lu Ming could feel that many eyes were on him, especially on the Cloud Snow Spirit Sword at his waist.

Those gazes contained curiosity, scrutiny, and also a hint of hostility and disdain.

A Golden Core cultivator walking among a group whose cultivation was generally at the Nascent Soul stage, and carrying a seemingly extraordinary sword, certainly attracted attention.

Moreover, most of the disciples recognized it; it was Xia Yufei's sword from her early years!

Lu Ming remained calm and silently followed.

After his training in the land of immortals, his will became even more resolute, and these external gazes could no longer disturb him in the slightest.

After passing through Yingxianping and several corridors and halls, the group finally arrived at a wide stone platform protruding from the cliff, known as Lanyuetai.

This platform is suspended in mid-air, with sheer drop-offs on three sides. The sea of ​​clouds surges beneath your feet, offering an excellent view overlooking most of the sacred mountain gate.

A table had already been set up on the stage, with spiritual fruits and celestial teas on display.

On the main seat sat a woman dressed in a jade palace gown with an ethereal air; she was none other than the Grand Elder of the Fuyao Holy Land, True Person Bixiao.

She is also Xia Yufei's master in the Fuyao Holy Land. Several disciples stand beside her, all of whom have remarkable auras.

But Lu Ming's gaze was immediately drawn to the figure beside Master Bixiao.

She was a young girl in a light blue dress, with a slender figure, an exceptionally beautiful face, exquisite features, and skin as white as snow.

A long sword with a scabbard as bright as moonlight hung at her waist; it was none other than the Invitation to the Moon, one of the Ten Great Spiritual Treasures of the Nine Provinces.

More than thirty years seem to have left few marks on her, only the naivety of a young girl has faded, and she has gained a bit more heroic spirit.

Like a plum blossom after frost, she became even more beautiful and charming; she was Xia Yufei.

Upon seeing an old friend, especially one with whom he had fought side by side in the Immortal Remnant Land, Lu Ming almost blurted out "Senior Sister" to greet her.

But he swallowed the words back. Lu Ming felt that the two of them didn't actually have much interaction, and that she had probably already forgotten him.

His appearance has changed drastically. Lu Ming has grown from a boy into a young man, with a taller and more upright figure and a more resolute face. He is completely different from the thin and fair-skinned boy he was back then.

Would she still recognize me? Even if she did, it would just be a polite greeting.