Myriad Phenomena Sect

Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes and looked around. "So this is the Myriad Phenomena Sect..."

The surrounding scenery was dreamlike and illusory, a sea of clouds curling around forests of peaks, like an immortal realm.

The most eye-catching were the Eight Main Peaks. Each possessed a wondrous spectacle, all soaring into the clouds, majestic and upright like giants standing upon the horizon, with clouds gently brushing their waists.

Arrayed Heavens Peak glimmered with mystic light, which cunningly formed layer upon layer of formation diagrams in midair, appearing and vanishing. Each formation disk slowly revolved, while countless talismans, like stars and swimming fish alike, darted between the diagrams. Every cultivator in a group had Golden Core cultivation; some controlled talismans to fill the diagrams, while others activated their magic power and wove formation lines from thin air.

On Myriad Beasts Peak, tigers and leopards prowled through the woods, while flood dragons and serpents flickered in and out of sight. As far as the eye could see, there were honeycomb-like beast dens. From the eastern side of the mountain, a great flock of bluebirds leisurely flew out. Sitting upright upon the back of the leading bluebird was a shepherd boy. The child played a flute, its lingering melody drifting through the clouds.

On Crimson Dawn Peak, all sorts of pill furnaces operated, producing tens of thousands of streams of pill smoke. Some smoke was thick and hard as pillars, rising straight into the heavens, while some curled gracefully, dancing with the poise of immortals. Countless streams of pill qi and pill smoke gathered above Crimson Dawn Peak, occasionally illuminated by the light of furnaces opening. Together, they formed a brilliant seven-colored glow, ever-changing yet eternal.

Violet Thunder Peak was wrapped in enormous chains. The chains were pitch-black, like dragons coiling around pillars,