Buzhou Mountain
The mountain stood magnificently, its presence grand and imposing.
Proudly rising between Heaven and Earth, it looked like a colossal pillar holding up the sky.
From afar, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, most of the mountain was enshrouded, its summit barely discernible.
Only on clear, sunny days did the peak become visible.
At the midsection of the mountain, lush pines and cypresses intertwined, with streams gurgling and trickling through the ranges.
At a glance, the vibrant vitality was overwhelming in its beauty.
A gentle breeze quietly blew by, causing ripples on the water surface and peace throughout the grass.
Suddenly, several figures soundlessly appeared beside the stream.
Their auras were gentle, emanating dazzling divine light.
It was impossible not to feel involuntary respect towards them.
This group was none other than Yu Yuan, along with the Ancestor Witches Emperor Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin.
