If it weren't for the little cat's guidance, Pei Ye would probably have a hard time finding the right path.
Under the night sky, the Tianshan Mountains stretched endlessly. The little cat transformed into a divine chi, and Pei Ye sat amidst its long mane, swaying eastward from high above.
From on high, the six pools of Tianshan glowed with a silver hue, with a moon reflecting in each pool.
The wind and smoke cleared, and Tianshan shared the same color. When flying at such heights, the moving black shadows below were almost unnoticeable, as if one were part of a painting.
In the eyes of celestial beings like the Daoist Lord and the Kylin, the disintegration of Xuanpu might also seem like a small basin overturned, Pei Ye mused. He gazed toward the horizon, where the silvery edge corresponded to the Yang God of the Daoist Lord.
