A Personal Visit to the Profound Immortal Sect

The old man had long intended to do so and nodded slightly along with the flow.

"Cultivating immortal arts is for the sake of longevity, nothing more. They cannot be displayed casually.

"But since you have made this request, I shall let them witness the vast and mighty divine power of immortal arts."

After speaking, the old man put on a solemn expression.

He summoned spiritual energy, formed hand seals with his fingers, and softly chanted, "Wind, arise!"

As his words fell, a wind rose within the ritual altar, blowing the old man's robes into constant billowing.

Seeing the old man wield immortal arts, the surrounding mortals all wore expressions of fervor and reverence.

The doubts on the faces of those who had questioned the immortal vanished considerably as well.

The old man remained calm, though the hand seal in his fingers had changed at some point.

He pointed his left hand at the sky and cried, "Rain, descend!"

Word-as-Law. A fine drizzle truly began to fall from the sky, quickly soaking the entire ritual altar.

The old man sat upright at the center of the altar, a faint layer of golden light appearing around him. Though raindrops fell upon him, they did not wet so much as a corner of his robes.

"It's an immortal! The immortal has revealed himself!"

The few no longer harbored any doubts. With wind appearing at his command and rain falling at his whim, they were convinced that the old man was the immortal of legend.

The old man smiled faintly and was about to say something else when his expression abruptly changed.

With his mind shaken, his first instinct was to flee.

Yet when he tried to mobilize his spiritual energy, the old man discovered in horror that his dantian and all the