Central Region, land of gathered immortals; Penglai Pavilion of the Dao Palace.
Since Penglai Estate had established its sect gates here, whether purging the hordes of demons or widely accepting disciples, it had never been as lively as it was today.
Jiang Huan, who had cultivated at Ling Qiu's side for several years, watched the bustling crowds moving between the halls. All manner of fine immortal wines, spiritual fruits, and precious pills were delivered by the shipload into the halls rising above the clouds, while various immortal birds and spirit beasts had also been readied.
After following Ling Qiu for years, Jiang Huan's horizons had broadened beyond measure. He could clearly identify every spiritual fruit and precious pill, and name their medicinal properties and worth.
Yet as he gazed at ship after ship loaded with ingredients for the immortal banquet, Jiang Huan felt that he could no longer calculate the cost.
The resources consumed by a single immortal banquet were beyond what a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator like him could imagine. But Jiang Huan was certain of one thing: the expense of this banquet would be enough to support more than a hundred Spirit Transformation great cultivators for over a thousand years.
Wang Yuan and Li Shu had followed Jiang Huan and seen their share of the world over the past few years. Yet the sight of the entire sect's recent bustle and expenditures still left them utterly shaken.
Compared with the immortal banquet Penglai was preparing, those so-called immortal banquets held by cultivators they had seen in the past could not even be described as children playing house. An immortal feast was something the mortal world could scarcely imagine.
Such a grand immortal banquet also filled the three of them with yearning and curiosity. "Brother Huan, everyone in the