C121 (1/2)

Under the setting sun, the mountains were dyed with a layer of blood.

A stone tablet was erected by the roadside. The stone tablet had experienced countless years of wind, frost, rain, and snow. A thick sense of having experienced many vicissitudes of life assaulted one's senses.

”Young master, we've reached the Sichuan Plateau!”

Sun Zhenzi's voice was a bit excited as he shouted.

”Yeah, I saw it.”

Li Dao's voice was indifferent, as if nothing could excite him.

In fact, Sun Zhenzi called him master in the beginning, but Li Dao had changed his tone, so it was better to call him Young Master.

After entering the Sichuan region, the road became even more rugged.

One mountain held a mountain, with tens of thousands of mountains wrapped around it. This allowed people to see the wonders of nature's ghost axe creation.

Other than Chengdu, which was also known as the Heavenly Province, the Sichuan and Shu regions were all tall and short mountains.

Ten thousand mountains overlap, compared to the mountains of northern Shaanxi more elegant, more vitality. Unlike the previous time in Shaanxi, the mountains gave people a lifeless feeling.

Riding on the donkey and walking on the official road in the valley, Li Dao was in a good mood.

When a person was in a beautiful scenery, his mood would also become better, not bad at all.

As the donkey lurched forward, the official road became difficult to walk.

This was not a future generation with no flat roads.

The man-made mountain path was extremely difficult to traverse. No wonder Li Bai was so familiar with this place. The difficulty of the Dao of Shu was even harder than the sighing of the heavens.

The sky dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, only half of the sun remained on the mountain peak.

The cries of apes, wolves, and tigers echoed throughout the mountain.

It seemed that at night, the animals would become more active, and perhaps they would also feel lonely.