The World Honored One Could Kneel Before a Foundation Establishment Cultivator-I Could Too!

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and a mournful wind howled fiercely.

In this land of the dead, atop Heaven-Climbing Heroic Peak, a palace stood tall. The faint sounds of silk and bamboo drifted from within, lingering around the rafters without end.

Inside the palace stood a broad table, upon which sat platters of plump crimson fruits. Each was the size of a fist, bright as blood. One bite released a rush of spiritual vitality to the nose. Not only did they contain none of the ghostly death aura of the Netherworld, they instead brimmed with the life force found only in the Real World.

"What a fine spirit fruit."

Before the table, a man in a dragon robe picked up a crimson fruit from a platter and devoured it in great bites. Nostalgia and satisfaction surfaced in his eyes.

"Isn't it indeed a fine spirit fruit?"

A middle-aged man in official robes smiled from the other side. "Spirit fruits picked in the Real World and carefully preserved like these are priceless and unavailable in the Netherworld nowadays."

"We went through no small amount of trouble to obtain them."

"And this wine as well—spirit wine found only in the Real World. This rich vitality truly makes one unable to stop, as though we have returned to the days when we were alive."

As they chatted and laughed, cups and goblets passed back and forth.

At the same time, the palace doors opened, and rows of dancing girls entered the grand hall with cloud-like sleeves trailing behind them. Amid the misty Purple Qi, they began to dance gracefully.

Servants all around also played instruments. This was no mundane music, but immortal melodies and songs. Wherever the music passed, layers of phantom colors unfolded, Images appearing in endless splendor and magnificence, giving one