He fell off a cliff but unexpectedly gained a cultivation inheritance.

The moment she stepped into the passage, the surrounding scenery instantly changed. The bustling atmosphere of the houses vanished without a trace, replaced by a mountainside platform shrouded in mist. A rich spiritual energy rushed towards her as if it were tangible, carrying the freshness of grass and trees and the warmth of jade. Inhaling it, Ye Qingxue's mind, which had been somewhat agitated from her journey, instantly calmed down, and even the spiritual energy flowing within her body became smoother.

The two looked around and found themselves standing in the center of a circular array several meters in diameter. The array's patterns, outlined in pale gold, were engraved on the pure white jade ground. Faint spiritual light flowed between the patterns, sometimes brightening, sometimes dimming, rhythmically like breathing. This circular array was situated in the center of a large plaza several hundred meters in diameter, entirely paved with the same type of unknown pure white jade. The jade was delicate and warm to the touch, feeling slightly cool yet subtly warm, unlike any jade found in the mortal world.

Directly in front of the square stands a magnificent and imposing archway. The archway, over ten zhang high, is carved from a single block of blue-green stone. Intricate cloud patterns and sword shadows are carved into its surface, the lines deep and the carving exquisite, as if each line contains supreme sword intent. At the very center of the archway are two ancient and powerful seal characters – “Huashan”. The strokes are vigorous and powerful, penetrating the stone's back; simply looking at them evokes a sense of overwhelming majesty and dominance, as if countless sharp swords are hidden within the characters, intimidating the mind of every person who steps into this place.

Below the archway, two men dressed in white stood on either side. Both had striking features, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and upright postures like pine trees. Blue sword tassels hung at their waists, and they gripped ancient longswords tightly in their hands, the scabbards engraved with faint sword patterns. Ye Zhentian's gaze swept over them, and he immediately sensed their cultivation levels—both were early Foundation Establishment cultivators, and their auras were calm and refined, clearly not ordinary cultivators, but elites who had been stationed here for many years and had undergone rigorous training. Their expressions were solemn, their eyes fixed straight ahead, like two stone statues guarding the mountain gate, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay.

"This is the entrance and exit to the Huashan Secret Realm, and also the central platform of the entire secret realm, located halfway up the main peak," Ye Zhentian said in a low voice to Ye Qingxue beside him, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity that was barely perceptible. Although he was very knowledgeable, he was also quite shocked by the scene before him.

Ye Qingxue was already mesmerized. Looking along the edge of the platform, she saw the jade platform beneath her feet extending outwards, connecting with the distant mountains. Looking up, the summit of the main peak was hidden in thick clouds and mist. Amidst the swirling clouds, only the outline of the mountain walls could be vaguely seen, towering thousands of feet high, seemingly piercing the clouds. Through gaps in the clouds, one could glimpse the upturned eaves of multiple palaces, their glazed tiles gleaming faintly in the dim light, exuding an ethereal, heavenly aura. Looking further afield, even more extraordinary peaks rose, each steep and majestic, even taller and more imposing than the main peak of Mount Hua. Clouds and mist swirled among the mountains, and one could vaguely see ancient buildings built into the slopes, blending seamlessly with the peaks, as if naturally formed, without a trace of human intervention.

"It is said that this Mount Hua Secret Realm spans hundreds of kilometers in circumference, even larger than the entire western province," Ye Zhentian's voice rang out again, tinged with emotion. "It was created tens of thousands of years ago by a powerful cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage who used his supreme power to seize a vast area from the outside world. It belongs to a completely different space from the outside. In the real world, its entrance is merely a small dot where houses are located, but inside lies a hidden paradise. Such methods are truly heaven-reaching and earth-shattering, befitting a first-class sect with an ancient heritage."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxue was even more shocked. A Tribulation Transcending stage expert was a realm she could only look up to and could hardly reach. To open up such a vast secret realm with supreme power—this strength was enough to make any cultivation force awe. She finally understood why her father had repeatedly emphasized the terror of the Huashan Immortal Sword Sect—such a foundation was far beyond what their Ye family could compare to.

Both father and daughter were well-traveled and knowledgeable, yet they were deeply shocked by the magnificent scene before them, unable to recover for a long time. It wasn't until a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy came that a young cultivator dressed in a blue Daoist robe flew through the air and landed in front of them that they suddenly came to their senses.

The young man in the green robe bowed to Ye Zhentian, his tone respectful yet composed: "This junior is Lin Feng, an outer sect steward of the Huashan Immortal Sword Sect. I greet the Ye family head. My master, Sect Master Yue, is already waiting for you two in the main hall of the main peak. He specially ordered this junior to come and guide you. Please, Ye family head and Miss Ye, follow me."

Ye Zhentian quickly returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute: "Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Lin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure soaring into the air. At the same time, the long sword on his back automatically unsheathed and hovered beneath his feet. He turned to the two of them and said, "Patriarch Ye, please follow me." After saying that, he rode his long sword and flew towards the palace hidden in the clouds on the main peak, at a speed that was neither too fast nor too slow, just enough for the two of them to keep up.

Ye Zhentian dared not delay. He immediately flicked his finger, and a pale blue spiritual energy enveloped Ye Qingxue once more. Then, he moved, carrying her closely behind Lin Feng, flying towards the main peak hall. During the flight, Ye Qingxue once again looked down at the secret realm below. She saw clouds and mist flowing beneath her feet, and strange peaks and rocks spread out before her eyes. Occasionally, flashes of spiritual light appeared among the mountains, traces of sect disciples cultivating or patrolling. Her understanding of the strength of the Huashan Immortal Sword Sect deepened.