This was the largest of the floating mountains. As Mi Xiaojing flew overhead, he noticed that the mountain was not whole; a corner had been sheared off, causing it to tilt slightly.

Mi Xiaojing descended directly, sensing the remnants of ancient prohibitions, though they were weak and hardly affected him.

He had no expectations for this relic, knowing it must have been picked clean long ago. Such conspicuous ruins, like a flamboyant floating mountain, would be spotted from afar. Any cultivator would come to investigate, and even without finding treasures, visiting the remnants of an ancient sect was a gain in itself.

There were buildings here, or rather, ruins of a complex. All that remained were broken walls and scattered bricks and tiles, with wild grass and vines covering the ground. There were no tall trees, likely stifled by the lingering prohibitions.