Time flies like a shuttle, forty years pass by in a flash.
The grand Jiuyi Mountain, an ancient Spirit Mountain, remains unchanged through millennia.
The peaks undulate like waves, the mountains and rivers resemble paintings, amidst the swirling Spiritual Mist, streaks of Escape Light dart by, each disciple's face filled with youthful vigor, relaxed and carefree, brimming with aspirations for the future.
"In every generation, talents emerge, and new people replace the old!"
Before a towering hall on Wangyue Mountain, a Daoist with an ancient gaze but a face of youthfulness gazed far into the distance, observing the continuous streams of Escape Light beyond the Mountain Gate Array, unable to restrain a sigh.
"Why is Senior Brother Ma Wu not cultivating in the hall, and has time to lament the changing seasons?"
Just as the Daoist finished speaking, a streak of Escape Light landed outside the hall, revealing a woman with a delicate face and a slim figure.
"Junior Sister Youling?"
