Upper Realm.
Immortal light pervaded the city.
From time to time, streaks of light flashed across the heavens and descended into Dream Return City.
Shen Wushen, clad in black robes, flew through the air as spiritual energy surged around him.
The cultivators he encountered along the way, whether Origin Core, Divine Infant, or even Purple Mansion, involuntarily made way for Shen Wushen.
Because Shen Wushen was flying atop a small mountain.
That small mountain was the mark of a true disciple of Stupa Mountain.
Stupa Mountain was the strongest sect in this region, a sacred land rumored to have a Yang Spirit overseeing it.
The status of a true disciple was even higher than that of an ordinary Yin Spirit.
Shen Wushen descended into Dream Return City. Before him stood a pavilion named Eight Treasures Pavilion.
This pavilion was a branch of the Heaven Grade Pavilion.
Its business specialized in transmitting information.
The Heaven Grade Pavilion also handled the advertising Qi Yuan had mentioned.
"An honored guest has arrived, yet I failed to welcome him from afar. Please forgive me."
A hearty voice rang out as the master of Eight Treasures Pavilion's first floor emerged from within.
He was a white-haired old man, dressed in neat Daoist robes embroidered with cranes in the clouds spreading their wings to fly.
The pavilion master was at perfected Purple Mansion, only one step away from Yin Spirit, yet he was especially respectful toward Shen Wushen.
"I need to use your Eight Treasures Pavilion to deliver a message," Shen Wushen said without preamble.
He had never been good at dealing with people, nor did he need to be. After all, the people he met had all treated him rather well.
A kindly smile filled the pavilion master's eyes. "May I ask where this message