Under the waning crescent moon, the moonlight draped down on the mountain range like a soft dress.

At the entrance of the Celestial Paradise were two stone doors piercing through a mountain. Two statues of old men were erected right outside. They contained the rhythm of the dao and a black-white glimmer just like two immortals.

Two youths with pretty jade swords were guarding the entrance. They stood straight facing forward with a hint of haughtiness.

Given the Feng’s current status, they naturally could keep their head up high and looked down on others.

The breeze from the mountain range was quite refreshing with red leaves fluttering into the entrance.

A faint flame was flickering in the air before disappearing completely. It was flying towards the prison inside the Celestial Paradise.

There was an old man wearing a purple daoist robe standing at the entrance. A glimmer flashed in his eyes as he stared at the foggy night:...