Riley and the rest were immediately processed into the sect, the disciples at the entrance handling everything with a precision that spoke of long practice.
It did not take long before the group was led higher and higher up a vast cultivation mountain.
The sheer size of the place was enough to humble even the most arrogant of men.
Towering peaks stretched into the clouds, veiled in immortal mist that glowed faintly under the sunlight.
Rivers of spiritual energy flowed visibly in the air, like silver threads weaving across the mountains.
Waterfalls thundered down the cliffs, feeding into crystal-clear lakes whose surfaces reflected golden talismans that floated lazily above them.
As far as the eye could see, thousands of courtyards were arranged neatly across the mountain slopes.
Each courtyard pulsed with faint fluctuations of qi, designed for cultivation, meditation, and training.
