"What place is this?" Wang Xiu asked.
"The Hidden Sect," Zhuo Canglang said. "In our Sanqing Immortal Sect, all cultivators who are nearing the end of their lifespan with no hope for a breakthrough come here to await their final day."
Wang Xiu was slightly shocked, finally understanding what these mound-like hills were.
They're tombs!
"I promised to give you a reward," Zhuo Canglang said.
Wang Xiu paused, not speaking again. What he had seen today was clearly the greatest secret of the Sanqing Immortal Sect. He understood that he would learn everything he was meant to know today.
Eventually, they arrived before a valley. The entrance was sealed by snow and ice, completely impenetrable. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, suffused with a bone-chilling cold.
"Great Ancestor! I have brought the person," Zhuo Canglang called into the valley, his tone extremely respectful.
RUMBLE!
