"By happenstance, I ride the Green Emperor's winds from Mount Penglai, blades and spears bristling across nine realms. Yet unrecognized by those before my eyes, I leave but a conical hat, lest it be buried and forgotten."
Under the moonlight as soft as flowing water, Gu Yu rode upon the ink-colored Ju Beast, galloping across the desolate wilderness like a solitary mountain ghost or sprite.
South of the Tongtian River lay a fertile plain, and farther to the south rose the rugged mountains of the Southern Border, where many tribes resided. Though it seemed remote and inaccessible, within the vast Realm of Immortality, the distance was no greater than traveling between two cities in one province.
Without haste, Gu Yu traveled for two or three days. Tonight, he finally caught sight of a sprawling and undulating black silhouette.
