Su He trod upon the Yellow Spring and ascended Zhenyou Mountain.
The mountain summit was shrouded in a eerie mist, and the atmosphere bore a sense of oppressive silence. Dead trees covered the mountain; their quietness was terrifying. A demon wind blowing through the branches produced a wail of misery as if entering the Netherworld.
Especially the Yellow Spring River that entwined around Zhenyou Mountain added an even more bizarre touch.
The architecture on the summit was proper and orthodox, yet under this atmosphere and lighting, it seemed akin to the Yellow Spring Palace of Hades.
When the Yellow Springs Heavenly Ladder receded in front of the "Palace of Yama," Su He faced the temple gates and folded his hands, "I am Su He. May I know which fellow Taoist summoned me here?"
In the past, when meeting others, he occasionally had to call them seniors, but from now on—he was the senior!
