The Qian trigram is Heaven—vast, boundless, and profoundly mysterious.
Therefore, among the Eight Peaks, the Qian Peak Grotto was the highest. Swirling clusters of five-colored auspicious clouds circled in the sky, containing the transformations of Yin and Yang and the profound principles of the Five Elements.
Layers upon layers of brilliant light flowed endlessly, appearing and disappearing, cycling without cease. The sight was simply dazzling.
As the Daoist, Jiang Yi's Token allowed him to enter and exit the Eight Peak Grottos at will, without needing to announce his presence to a True Monarch or seek permission.
This was also why he had been able to brazenly pass through the mountain-warding formation of Nanheng Ridge without alerting Luo Qingya.
"It's truly thanks to the Daoist's prestige that I'm able to set foot on Qian Peak."
Luo Xuanming sat on the embroidered couch of the flying chariot, his expression grave, even a little stiff.
