The Three Realms, the mortal world, Nanxiao Continent.
Nanxiao Continent was vast and boundless. From east to west, none knew how many billions upon billions of li it spanned; from south to north, likewise, none knew how many billions upon billions of li.
Even a True Immortal of the upper three realms could not manage to roam the east at dawn and lodge in the west by dusk. Such was the breadth of its territory and the majesty of its terrain: one mountain could serve as a pillar of heaven, one marsh could be called rivers and seas, deserts were like vast oceans, and the Gobi stretched across the horizon. Ten thousand kinds of landscape could all be found upon a single continent.
And in the northwest of Nanxiao Continent, there was a mountain range stretching eighty million li from east to west and fifty million li from south to north, named Tianbi.
To the east of Tianbi Mountain lay a plain of billions of li, thick with rivers, named Wanchuan Province; to the west was a plateau crisscrossed with gullies, called Huanglian Plain; to the south, great rivers surged and sank into Tianyun Great Marsh; to the north were boundless grasslands and Gobi, known as Mangcang.
Outside Tianbi Mountain, a young Daoist in a blue-green crown and dark robe stood with his hands clasped behind his back atop the clouds. Beside him stood a deity, slightly bowed, his expression humble.
That deity wore a golden old-man's cap and a vermilion crane robe, with kindly brows and benevolent eyes, looking just like a wealthy old gentleman.
Only, the deity's whole body glowed vermilion, carrying the aura of the mortal world; plainly, he was a mortal-world deity of illustrious authority in his region.
If someone familiar with this god were present,