Sky Sea Divine Boat, Reunion with Han Wu

Tai Su Spirit Realm, an immortal treasureland of boundless immortal qi and peerless beauty, located atop the Cloud Firmament.

Lofty spirit peaks rose and fell in endless succession, like azure dragons sprawled across the land with their ridges held high. One majestic, steep-sided mountain after another floated above the sea of clouds.

Among these several thousand peaks of varied shapes and differing grandeur stood a solitary spirit peak that was not especially tall, yet whose scenery outshone every surrounding mountain. Half-veiled by ethereal mist and clouds, it revealed patches of verdant green, like a pipa concealing a beauty's face, setting the imagination adrift.

On the sunward side of this lone peak, a snow-white waterfall plunged from the sky, its rushing torrent falling three thousand feet like the Milky Way descending from the Ninth Heaven. It scattered sprays like bowlfuls of pearls, reflecting three rainbow arcs high in the air, dazzling beyond compare.

The cries of phoenixes and roars of dragons rose and fell among the mountains. Immortal cranes and phoenix birds could occasionally be seen flying together, while threads of streaming light and radiant clouds wound through the skies. These were manifestations of the Grand Dao Spiritual Opportunity.

At the summit stood a purple-gold Heaven Altar. At its edge stood a white-haired old Daoist in a moon-white robe, a fly-whisk draped over his arm.

He had white hair and the face of a child, with the bearing of an immortal and the bones of a Daoist. Though his features were not particularly striking, a faint jade-like sheen seemed to veil his face. One look at him was enough to make one feel that he belonged among Divine Immortals.

At this moment, the white-haired old Daoist leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance. His brows were slightly furrowed, as