The range of Masters' Mountain stretched out vast and wide, coiling and twisting into the far horizon like a sleeping dragon. Its highest peak reaching up to twelve thousand meters, seemingly piercing through the clouds.
It's noteworthy that, this Masters' Mountain, was not exclusive to Qingxue State, as every state would choose a geomantic mountain range and name it accordingly for the Masters' Competition.
"The scent of blood lingers, leaving heroic bones behind. The sound of a resonating bell echoes throughout the ages."
As the long echo faded, two figures emerged, and upon their arrival, they positioned themselves atop the highest peak of the nearby mountain range.
"Amitabha."
To the left stood an elder monk, clad in kasaya cloth, radiating an awe-inspiring aura.
To the right stood an elder Taoist, holding a duster, his demeanor calm and composed.
"Master Honest, Daoist Xuhuai."
A dozen figures flew out and hastily bowed in respect to the two elders.