Lingering autumn mist connects the layered screens, Zhu Rong stands tall, severing the sky with azure. A vista of Mount Nanyue unfolds from one side, springs fiercely rush into Dongting.
On an autumn morning, the mountain fog twists and churns; clouds and mist thickly layered.
As the sun rises, the sacred peak of Zhu Rong pierces through the fog, the lone summit bathed in golden light.
Glancing towards Tianshan, it hides within the dense mist, shrouded in mystery.
As the mountain breeze picks up, the fog stirs.
Suddenly, a pavilion with octagonal eaves appears on a mountain peak, newly built over a decade ago, perched atop a massive rock, inscribed with the words "Nanyue's Heavenly Pillar, Sword Poised Over Xiaoxiang" in eight large characters.
For the peak resembles a pillar, towering majestically like a heaven-reaching sword.
Now that the Hengshan Sect's sword dominates the world, its imposing aura is even more evident, inspiring distant sighs of awe.
