Qianxue State Boundary, a sacred place for sects.
The entire state has been illuminated and bustling with traffic, a scene of prosperity and splendor since a month ago.
Spirit horses line up like a long dragon, rare beasts pull carriages, canopies cover the ground, and sedan chairs are as abundant as clouds.
Huge cloud ferries, which swallow clouds and exhale mist, ride the wind veins, coming from afar, docking at the ferry port of Qianxue State Boundary.
On the cloud ferries, cultivators disembark one after another, looking up to the sky, marveling at the mountains and rivers stretching out before them, and the flourishing learning spirit of Qianxue's grand scene.
Crowds of cultivators gather at Qianxue State Boundary, along different roads, coming together like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a grand spectacle.
