Bab 1585: Enslaving Gods

Seven days later.

By the side of Nine Bends Mountain, the woman's voice, as melodious as a nightingale, echoed softly like a clear stream flowing through the surroundings.

"Emerald peaks hide the traces of immortals, nine bends winding into the clouds. Clear waters murmur between the stones, the evening glow untouched by the pine forest breeze."

As her voice spread, the entire Nine Bends Mountain came into view from a distance. It was shrouded in mist, with a stream cascading from the mountain's peak, winding its way down through nine curves, eventually merging into a clear river at the foot of the mountain.

Boats floated on the stream like fallen leaves.

"Senior, this is Nine Bends Mountain. The mountain's stream flows in nine bends, and as it winds its way down, the sound of immortal melodies can be heard, which is how it got its name."

Inside the boat, incense burned gently, and a bright lantern stood tall.