An Impossible Master? The Immortals' Terror!

"Yes! Your master must absolutely be a supreme powerhouse... Could you perhaps describe them?"

As top-tier immortals who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, they knew most of the secrets of the Nine Heavens, yet when it came to the Heavenly Dao... they knew nothing.

If they could glimpse even a sliver of the Heavenly Dao's mysteries through Jiang Che's master, their future immortal paths might stretch farther still.

Jiang Che raised a brow. In any case, this so-called master had been fabricated.

"Oh, as it happens, I have a portrait of my master. You ancestors may admire it."

The corner of Jiang Che's lips curled up slightly as he took out a scroll.

The scroll depicted a woman he had drawn from his own memories. Clad in white, her white hair was untouched by mortal dust. She possessed an otherworldly air, her features peerlessly flawless, with a faint frost gathered between her brows.

"Uh... Jiang boy, your master truly is peerless in grace and beauty. The sight of her turning her back on all living beings reminds me of an old acquaintance!"

"Turning her back on all living beings?" Jiang Che frowned.

He had not drawn her at random. He had faithfully painted the figure from his mind, using divine sense as brush and ink. And he had painted her from the front, not the back!

After learning that his Status/Rank was incredibly high, Jiang Che had grown suspicious of the woman who had often appeared in his spring dreams.

A stranger repeatedly appearing in one's dreams was already difficult to explain in ordinary life, much less now that he had begun cultivating immortality. This woman was definitely no ordinary person.

This time, Jiang Che intended to use this opportunity to see whether the immortals of the