As soon as Zhang Yan entered the array, he saw a vast and majestic landscape unfold before him. The clear blue sky and shimmering waters spanned on endlessly, while distant mountain ranges stretched out like a reclining beast resting on the earth's surface, its spine rising and falling unpredictably. The highest peaks were veiled by cloud mist, ethereal and indistinct with unclear shapes.
Along the verdant ridges of the mountains, high pavilions and palaces adorned with golden glazed tiles dotted the terrain. The exquisite buildings twisted and rose upward along the mountain shape, leading straight to the summit.
He carefully counted and found eighteen mountain ridges in total, each converging toward the tallest peak.
He recalled mentions in the sect leader's letter, which gave him some insight into the place's origins. He was aware that this realm was a small boundary left behind from the once-great Yao Yin Mountain Sect, which flourished thousands of years ago.
