The rolling sea of mist was like the surging Yangtze, rushing on without end.
A thread of golden light pierced the clouds, spilling forth the dawn glow.
"Roar!"
"Cry!"
A dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry tore through the sky as the two soared and danced overhead.
They also whipped up a violent gale, scattering the sea of mist and revealing a resplendent six-story Divine Palace upon Penglai Immortal Mountain.
Before the Divine Palace, a golden mirror reflected golden radiance, transforming it into a long golden beam that flew toward the foot of the mountain.
The pervasive golden light formed golden stairs, like a ladder ascending to immortality, stretching across more than ten thousand zhang and unfolding before the mountain's base.
Before the Divine Palace, Ye Xuecang stood as Ye Jingcheng's granduncle. Today, he wore a golden Daoist robe, his head held high and chest thrust out as he gazed straight ahead.
Golden radiance shone across his face, into his eyes, and through the lines etched upon his features, making his excitement all the more apparent.
"The time has come. The Spirit Transformation Ceremony begins!" The moment Ye Xuecang spoke, the entire spirit mountain seemed to boil over.
At every thousand-zhang interval, a figure stood beside the golden stairs and likewise called out loudly:
"The time has come. The Spirit Transformation Ceremony begins!"
As the ceremony began, countless crane birds appeared in the heavens once more. Some were dozens or hundreds of zhang in size, while others were only about a foot long, clearly still young cranes. Yet even so, the red crowns upon their heads were just as vividly scarlet.
They swooped down from the skies and landed at the foot of the mountain.
One cultivator after another also began ascending the mountain.
Of course, not just anyone