"We're almost at Lingshan."
In the evening, Daji said happily.
After passing through the East Sea, the Southern Continent, and crossing the Western Continent, they finally reached the borders of Lingshan.
As they neared Lingshan, everything on the ground changed, with rare flowers and grasses, ancient cypresses and pines, and monks walking on the great path were visible everywhere.
"Great King, what are those monks doing?"
Daji asked.
"A pilgrimage,"
Sun Wukong answered.
The group flew through clouds and mist, quickly catching sight of a towering peak glowing with auspicious light at the horizon, surrounded by a thick mist of endless good fortune, appearing just like the Immortal Realm.
Yet, this was the real Immortal Realm.
Daji, seeing Lingshan for the first time, eagerly flew ahead.
But before her, several streams of Immortal Light penetrated the clouds and fog, reaching Lingshan.
