Chapter 17 - NEXT DESTINATION: MOUNT HUA SECT

Starting from the serene slopes of Jin Tiandao Mountain, Abraham felt the crisp air prickling his skin, a silent reminder of the journey ahead. The ancient peaks around him whispered secrets carried through centuries of martial legends, their rugged silhouettes etched sharply against the fading light. As the system notification chimed—a voice steady and commanding—it announced, "Your next destination is the Mount Hua Sect. Go there and give greetings to the Mount Hua ancestors."The words echoed through his mind, stirring a profound respect. Mount Hua was not merely a location; it was a sanctuary steeped in Taoist tradition, where the very stones bore the imprints of legendary swordsmen and mystics. The sect's legacy intertwined with imperial sagas and spiritual ascendance. Abraham's steps quickened, his heart steady with the weight of the First Relic against his chest, the key to restoration shimmering with promise and burden alike.With each step toward the sect's venerable halls, Abraham rehearsed the reverent greetings he would offer—words to honor those whose qi coursed through the mountain's veins, the ancestors who forged the path with discipline, sacrifice, and unyielding will. The air thickened with the mingled scents of pine resin, sacred incense, and aged stone. Every breath he took was a communion with the past, and a solemn vow to uphold the legacy as he carved his own fate among the shadows of titans.Thus began a pilgrimage not just of distance, but of heart and spirit, threading the needle between mortal striving and immortal grace atop the hallowed grounds of Mount Hua.