Lin Feng's car quickly returned to the highway.
He sped up along the way.
Finally, the giant archway of the high-altitude city appeared in his line of sight.
The grand archway of the high-altitude city had two levels and three arches, vibrant and dazzling, with magnificent architecture.
Even before getting close, a robust atmosphere greeted him.
Speaking of the high-altitude city, although it's just an obscure small town in Sichuan Province, its altitude is over 500 meters higher than this holy city. Today, Litang is one of the highest cities in the world.
For the people back then, besides the snow-capped mountains, it was the most remote and exalted secret realm.
And he had some inexplicable ties with this place.
The last poem passed down by the Sixth Living Buddha here: "Oh white-feathered crane, lend me your wings. I won't fly far, just to Litang and back."
