Deliberations of the Eight Peaks

Myriad Phenomena Sect's Main Mountain Gate.

The space within the Myriad Phenomena True Form Array was vast and boundless, like a newborn world.

There were no ordinary mountains, rivers, or palaces here—only an endless expanse of cloud ruins. Above, below, and in every direction, Cloud Seal Boundary Walls enclosed the space.

These walls were neither stone nor jade. Chaos Mica, tempered by earth-vein spiritual essence and carved by heavenly winds, had condensed into translucent crystalline membranes. All manner of cloud-path patterns flowed naturally across them, resembling Celestial Orbits and Great Dao Maxims. They continuously inhaled and exhaled Innate Pure Qi, their radiant light circulating without end.

Within the cloud walls, a vast sea of clouds roiled like boiling water, its colors far from merely pure white. At dawn, it became golden clouds weaving brocade; at dusk, purple qi draped down like gauze. At times, the azure heavens seemed freshly washed; at others, dark blue-gray clouds harbored thunder. Amid the swirling mists, Nine Orifice Spirit Vortices could faintly be seen appearing and vanishing, swallowing Primal Essence and nourishing all phenomena.

When a cultivator's Divine Sense entered the array core and struck the Cloud Seal Boundary Wall, wondrous forms emerged and formed Cloud Body Avatars.

At this moment, the eight cultivators representing the Eight Main Peaks had all used their Divine Sense to engage the array, forming eight Cloud Body Avatars as they gathered together.

The Cloud Body Avatars each sat cross-legged upon cloud-like prayer mats. Wei Ji occupied the foremost seat.

He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. His features were proper, his brow bones smooth, and his nose neither too high nor too low. There was nothing distinctive about him; he was the sort who would disappear into a crowd in an instant.

His skin was a pale