On a vast, boundless grassland, a colossal mountain rose abruptly, majestically standing between heaven and earth.
Atop its peak sat an immense Immortal Palace, wreathed in auspicious light and blessed clouds, its immortal air ethereal and faint.
On the mountain's southern face was a thousand-zhang-high cliff, upon which were inscribed two enormous characters, written with flourishes like soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes—
North Netherworld.
Encircling this great mountain were eleven Floating Mountains, guarding it like stars orbiting the moon.
These Floating Mountains, too, were covered in palaces and pavilions, vibrant with a potent Spiritual Mechanism.
The long-bearded elder and the boy arrived above one of the Floating Mountains. As they descended from their Escape Light before the grand hall on the summit, they were stopped by a red-lipped, white-toothed Daoist Child.
"Please halt. My master is in seclusion and is not seeing outside guests."
