Summer quietly passed, and a gentle autumn breeze began to blow.
However, Cuiluo Mountain was suffused with Spiritual Qi, and the Small-leafed Purple Sandalwood trees were evergreen. Though some plants did shed their leaves, the rolling mountain range remained a sea of emerald green as far as the eye could see. It was no wonder it was named Cuiluo Mountain.
Ever since Taoist Huai Yi and the others had their Realm Breakthroughs, the remaining cultivators were still a bit behind. The most wicked and depraved villains around Daluo Palace had been completely purged, and the remaining Demons and Ghosts had scattered. Though everyone was still traveling about, upholding justice, their efficiency was not as high as it had been before.
At the same time, however, the old Daoists' travels took them farther and farther afield.
