Since it was True Master Tao's invitation, Zhang Yan wouldn't delay. Wang Yingfang personally escorted him out of the temple. After they bid farewell to each other, Zhang Yan rode his tunneling light and flew towards the highest peak of Xuanling Island.
At the top of this peak, there was a palace with golden-topped copper pillars, half-hidden in the cloud mist. From the foot of the mountain, it appeared to be radiant with myriad hues, filled with auspicious clouds, dreamlike and ethereal.
Zhang Yan flew up along the way, seeing green vines crawling up the cliff, old apes climbing branches, and occasionally birds flying across the sky, cranes calling out.
Before long, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him, seemingly trying to press him down, and hurriedly steadied his tunneling light. But the further he went up, the heavier this pressure became. Eventually, it was as if a thousand-pound boulder hung from him.
