In the direction of Five Immortal Island, after passing through a dazzling Vortex Light Gate, a vast space filled with birdsong and fragrant blossoms, stretching beyond sight, appeared before them.
Yet the most eye-catching sight was a magnificent hall shimmering with flowing light, suspended in the sky.
As the hall slowly rotated, mist condensed into tangible spiritual fog and dispersed in every direction, making the Worldly Essence in this space rich to the extreme.
With a single breath, one inhaled dense spiritual power.
In other words, every breath a martial artist took here was cultivation.
If ordinary people or martial artists of low cultivation entered, just three to five breaths would make them burst apart on the spot.
The fifteen martial artists who had entered with the talismans greedily drew deep breaths of the air the instant they arrived.
Although, with each of them at Mid Dao Realm or Late Dao Realm cultivation, breathing in a little more over these few months would not raise their cultivation by much.
Still, the sheer comfort of breathing here was incomparable.
At that moment, a purple-robed old man silently appeared before the gates of the resplendent hall in the sky.
The fifteen Dao Realm cultivators who had entered with the talismans immediately stepped forward respectfully, forming a circle as they bowed deeply to the purple-robed elder.
"Greetings, Hall Lord!"
Within Five Immortals Hall, only the most honored figure in each of the five halls could be called Hall Lord, and every hall had one and only one Hall Lord.
"Mm, rise. Everyone is here."
After sweeping his gaze over the crowd, the Hall Lord, whose features were obscured by hazy spiritual radiance, slowly took out a talisman token. "Since everyone is here, follow this old man to pay respects to the Supreme Elder.