You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Qi Fei stood on the periphery of the crowd, observed for a while, and quickly figured out what was going on.

Those monks did not wander in blindly.

Someone tried the red door and was bounced back. They tried the orange door, but still couldn't get in. Then they tried the yellow door, and suddenly they were sucked in and vanished without a trace.

Others saw this and tried his method one by one.

If it works, the person goes inside. If it doesn't, they try a different color and continue.

Qi Fei understood that these seven pillars of light were the seven gates.

Each door corresponds to a different person; if you choose the right one, you can enter. If you choose the wrong one, you will be turned away.

Is this the entrance to the Sword Immortal's Mansion?

Without further hesitation, he stepped forward and reached out towards the crimson pillar of light.

The palm passed through the beam of light without any obstruction.

It neither bounced back nor was it sucked in.

The beam of light was just a beam of light; his hand passed through it as if it were passing through ordinary mist, without him feeling anything.

Qi Fei frowned.

He moved to the orange door and reached out.

same.

The palm passed through it, but the beam of light remained completely still.

yellow.

green.

blue.

blue.

Purple.

He tried each of the seven gates one by one, but each time his palm passed right through them without any reaction.

There was neither rejection nor acceptance, as if he didn't exist at all, not even worthy of being bounced back.

"This..." Qi Fei stood in front of the last purple pillar of light, somewhat bewildered.

Undeterred, he tried again from the beginning.

Or not.

There are fewer and fewer people around.

One by one, they found their own pillar of light, and one by one, they disappeared into that light.

He saw the veiled girl, like smoke, standing in front of the yellow pillar of light.

As if sensing something, the beam of light suddenly shone brightly, enveloping her completely, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The child-like Taoist priest, along with his disciple Butterfly Prince, was also in the crowd.

Tong Daoren saw Qi Fei and smiled slightly at him. After that, he tried two doors, stopped in front of the third door, turned around and said a few words to his disciple, and then stepped inside.

Butterfly Prince did not follow them inside. He stood outside for a while, then turned and walked down the mountain.

He is not a cultivator yet and is not qualified to enter.

There are fewer and fewer people.

Only two or three people remained hesitant in front of the seven beams of light.

At this moment, Zen Madman strolled over leisurely.

He walked at a leisurely pace, his patchwork robe fluttering gently in the wind, as if he came from another world. He glanced at the beams of light, then at Qi Fei standing beside him, and smiled slightly.

"Sir," he asked, "everyone else has gone in, why haven't you gone in yet?"

He had already figured out what the seven beams of light were all about by observing what others were doing on the way here.

Qi Fei shook his head and sighed.

"Perhaps I'm just not meant to be at the Sword Immortal's Residence."

His tone was calm, but tinged with disappointment.

I traveled a long way from Tianlan City to get here, encountering snake demons and fighting the River God along the way. I finally arrived at the place, but I couldn't even get through the gate.

Zen Kuang glanced at him, said nothing to comfort him, and simply nodded.

"Then watch it with me," he said.

The two stood side by side, watching the last few people find their way to the door and disappear into the light.

One, two, three.

The last person went in.

Before the seven pillars of light, all was empty except for the two of them.

Zen Kuang kept watching, without saying a word. No one knew what he was looking at, nor what he was thinking.

He simply stood there, his gaze calm, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

Finally, there was no one else.

Zen Kuang turned around and walked down the mountain.

Qi Fei called out to him, "Why don't you give it a try?"

The Zen madman kept walking without stopping, never looking back.

"They have a different way of thinking."

The Sword Immortal's Mansion, something that attracts countless people and causes them to waste their lives in Nanshan Town, is nothing more than "different from my path" in his eyes.

What is his Dao?

He didn't say anything.

His patchwork robe fluttered in the wind, and he walked at the same unhurried pace as he had come. He disdained what others coveted.

What an eccentric monk.

Qi Fei withdrew his gaze and looked back at the seven pillars of light.

There was no one around. Undeterred, he tried again with the colors red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet, one by one, trying them all.

The result was the same.

He even passed his entire body through the beam of light, but nothing happened, as if the beam of light were an invisible source of light.

He stood before the last purple pillar of light, somewhat disheartened.

Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly noticed that the seven beams of light had moved.

They no longer remained still, but began to slowly rotate, one after another, moving towards the center.

Crimson collided with orange, orange melted into yellow, yellow merged into green... The seven colors of light intertwined, merged, and converged, finally condensing into a misty white pillar of light.

The beam of light was thicker and brighter than the previous seven, but it wasn't dazzling.

It rises from the depths of the mountain, soaring straight into the sky, like a pillar connecting heaven and earth, or like a giant sword hanging down from the sky!

Qi Fei stood in front of the pillar of light, hesitating for a moment.

Then, he reached out and touched it gently.

The moment my fingertip touched the beam of light, everything blurred before my eyes, and the world spun around me.

By the time he came to his senses, the person was no longer at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

All I could see was white.

It wasn't the white of mist, but a blanket of snow stretching as far as the eye could see.

He was walking on thick snow, each step sinking up to his ankles with a crunching sound. The wind blew from all directions, carrying fine snowflakes that stung his face.

He looked up and glanced around.

This is a snow-capped mountain.

To be precise, it is an incredibly high snow-capped mountain.

He stood on a platform halfway up the mountain, with a steep slope below, covered with thick snow. Occasionally, black rocks would peek out from the snow, like ink spots smeared on white paper.

The sky above was a hazy gray, indistinguishable between dark clouds and fog, pressing down heavily as if you could reach out and touch it.

In the distance, seven beams of light, seven mountain peaks, pierced the sky. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—the seven colors were distinct, forming a circle around the mountain peak where he stood.

Is this the Sword Immortal's residence?

A snow-capped mountain?

He was a little bewildered.

He took a few steps forward, but there was nothing but the sound of snow beneath his feet.

He walked and walked, and walked and walked. The snow-capped mountains were vast, and it seemed as if he would never be able to escape. Slowly, slowly, after an unknown amount of time, some things began to blur.

He looked down at his hands, which were rough, with large knuckles and thick calluses on his palms.

He froze for a moment.

Is this his hand?

It seems so, but it also seems not.

He remembered that his hands weren't like this, but if asked what he remembered them to be like, he couldn't say.

He continued walking.

The snow crunched under his feet, a monotonous and repetitive sound, like a song that would never end.

His mind began to feel empty, as empty as the snow-capped mountain. Something was quietly slipping away, disappearing without him even realizing it.

He forgot that he was Qi Fei, a cultivator, and only remembered that he was a mountain dweller from the nearby area.

He is Yamato Kibi!