Li Jiuling, along with Han Yi, entered the base of Shushan Mountain. Outside the entrance of Shushan, there stood two gigantic stone pillars, one hundred zhang high, towering between heaven and earth, appearing majestic and solemn. The path to Shushan ran between these stone pillars.
The steps leading to Shushan totaled 8,888, resembling a road to the heavens, endless and never seemingly arriving at an endpoint. Han Yi and the others stood before the steps, feeling insignificant in comparison.
Li Jiuling furrowed his brow, realizing he hadn't returned to this place for almost a century.
If he had spent the past century cultivating within Shushan, he might now hold a respected and influential position as an elder—not merely someone in the early Divine Realm.
All this was because he had been betrayed by his fellow disciples, leading to his current predicament.
Perhaps this time, by returning with Ye Feng, he could clear the wrongs done to him in the past.
