In Pure Yang Heaven of the Eastern Continent, the entire orthodoxy floated atop the firmament. Immortal light flowed, Immortal Mist surged, and palaces rose in dense ranks.
The scattered immortals of Pure Yang Heaven traveled through the sky, and whenever they passed Heavenly Maiden Palace, they could not help but cast sidelong glances.
There was no other reason—Heavenly Maiden Palace was somewhat unusual today. Several exceedingly terrifying auras could actually be felt within.
"What happened?"
The scattered immortals were filled with doubts, but unfortunately, no one could give them an answer.
"That was how it happened, so... I need you."
Lin Xuan looked at Ling Pianran, who seemed as graceful as an immortal, having already recounted the entire course of events.
Ling Pianran rolled her eyes fiercely upon hearing this. "Can't you speak without making it sound ambiguous? Is it what I think it means? I'm a Pure Yang Spirit Body..."
"Just tell me, are you doing it or not?"
Lin Xuan frowned. "Your mind is the one sliding downhill. You call yourself a Heavenly Maiden? I think you're just a filthy maiden."
"Fine, fine, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Ling Pianran slapped her forehead. "I'll go with you, then. I really don't know how you managed to pull off all these things."
"Reaching the peak in three steps, cutting off the Confucian Immortal Light, and Wu Zhao Mountain even chose you as its master on its own. How long has it been since we parted? Do you have to be this monstrous?"
"Basic stuff. No need to be so impressed!" Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, putting on the air of an unparalleled master.
Ling Pianran could not be bothered with him. She took out a Transmission Talisman and sent a message, then left Lin Xuan behind and headed