Eighteen green mountains towered, entwined with light mist. Each peak cascaded with thousand-foot waterfalls that splashed up thin smoke. Emerald waters flowed around the mountains, making this place lush and beautiful.
Spring water gurgled, and vibrant flowers bloomed, adding a lively and spirited touch to this beautiful place.
Elsewhere, such a landscape might not be remarkable. However, in the northern region, where stones are scattered and not a blade of grass grows, such scenery is akin to an Immortal Realm.
The vegetation was abundant, the wetlands misty, and the temples ethereal. With its green mountains and emerald waters, this place was indeed a beautiful Pure Land.
"Who are you?" the Qingxia sect people shouted.
Ye Fan flicked his finger, and the giant stone at the Mountain Gate engraved with the word "Qingxia" shattered with a PUFF, turning to dust.
