White clouds gather over the serene ravine, and the group of peaks lines up with the distant sky.
Rugged and steep, the stone gates stand tall, while misty veils of incense smoke linger faintly.
The halls retain their red splendor, and the winding steps hang precipitously over the cliffs.
Noble scholars too find respite here, their righteous forms free from the dust of the world.
Should one grasp the profound Dao, impartial action follows forth.
Hearts aligned with what is esteemed, why would one shy away from worldly entanglement?
Northern Immortal Sect, Taixuan Tao Mountain.
Suspended in the void, placed between Heaven and Earth, this peak, seeming to have flown in, looms at the very top of the Dao Mountain. Peering down from its summit, one can see rocks rising everywhere, trees enshrouded in mystery, ancient caves abound—a sight of magnificent grandeur, rightly the once foremost Northern Immortal Sect.
Alas, it belongs to the past.