The young man entered the mountain and beheld Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, a true immortal peak, extraordinary from every corner.
His heart surged with excitement, fully aware that he had stepped into a realm of immortals.
Yet, as he looked around, he found no clear path forward.
Unable to see a mountain trail, the youth was at a loss.
Were this the old days, seeing such difficult terrain in the mountain, he would have simply turned back and descended.
But now, standing in this immortal mountain, how could he be willing to leave? Everything he sought was within this mountain.
As long as he could meet a true immortal, all he desired could be attained.
Refusing to turn back, the young man looked around and spotted at the mountaintop the aura of an immortal residence.
Without hesitation, he found what seemed to be a passable path and started heading up the mountain.
Along the way, many trees and plants blocked his way, but he was not afraid.
Sometimes, branches parted for him; sometimes, it felt like invisible hands made a path.
It was all very sincere.
He pushed forward, clearing his own path.
Half a mile later, vines snagged his clothes, broken branches bit at his ankles.
Another half mile on, his straw sandals were completely lost, pain unbearable.
Still, he refused to give up.