Jiang Ping'an held an Immortal Talisman Token and, following its guidance, flew toward the central district of Tianque City with Nine Clouds and Black Emperor. They passed through layer upon layer of buildings and crossed several heavily guarded checkpoints before the scene before them abruptly changed—
The central district of Tianque City truly lived up to its reputation.
The Primal Qi here was so dense it had almost condensed into substance. Vast white Origin Mist churned like a sea of clouds, shrouding the land and peaks alike. Rosy light seeped out from within the Origin Mist, dyeing the entire sky in seven colors.
Immortal cranes soared in the distance, while spiritual springs murmured nearby. The air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance and Dao resonance. Walking through it, every step felt as if it landed on cotton, light and drifting, while every pore in the body greedily absorbed Primal Qi.
"This is what a true immortal realm looks like," Black Emperor said with a sigh, nearly drooling.
Jiang Ping'an said nothing. His gaze fell on the tallest Divine Mountain ahead. According to the guidance of the Immortal Talisman Token, that was his destination.
When he flew above the Divine Mountain, Jiang Ping'an stopped and looked down. The peak rose to a height of twenty or thirty thousand zhang, majestic in its bearing, its summit piercing straight into the clouds.
Origin Mist had shrouded the mountain year after year, wrapping the entire peak so tightly that only the occasional rosy glow and auspicious aura leaking out allowed one to glimpse how extraordinary it was.
At the mountainside, waterfalls and flowing springs could be faintly seen. At the foot of the mountain lay a verdant forest of spiritual bamboo. When the wind blew through, bamboo leaves rustled like the music of