After a day, Ancestor Hui Xuan bid farewell to the green-faced Daoist and set out southward with Qu Changzhi.
Half a month later, the terrain beneath them gradually transformed from undulating mountains to vast plains. After a few more days, a towering strange cliff appeared before them. On the shadowy side, water cascaded down vigorously, crashing into the deep gorge below, with mist billowing and gurgling out. On the sunny side, it looked as if it were chiseled with an ax, flat and straight. Dozens of giant eagles with wingspans of seven to eight zhang nested on the cliff, while below, trees flourished and weeds thrived. Thick snakes and pythons slithered along the ground.
Looking into the distance, a white line floated at the edge of the sky, blue and clear as if washed. The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in their ears.
