"We've arrived."
Yang Fu, along with his son to be apprenticed, had finally reached the summit of Snow Mountain after more than a month of searching.
The runes on Yang Qiang's body had opened the great gate of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect for him.
Faintly, the sound of Tao could be heard coming from within, and Yang Fu felt a sense of amazement.
"Calculate the heavenly secrets, know the future, unmatched throughout the ages."
"Command the storms, the lightning, the thunder, and rearrange the rivers and mountains at my will!"
After reading it once, Yang Fu exclaimed, "Unmatched throughout the ages...such arrogance, truly fitting for the Heavenly Mechanism Sect."
With just a few simple words, the image of a wild and unrestrained madman's sect appeared before Yang Fu.
Yang Fu looked up at the sky, and vaguely, it seemed there was a familiar force.