Sensing the two auras outside the door receding, Pei Ling frowned slightly inside the room.
Create Something from Nothing...
If only I'd known about this law sooner...
But the price of this law...
At that thought, Pei Ling suddenly shook his head, immediately set the matter aside, then closed his eyes and shared the avatar's perspective with the True Immortal Will.
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Wushi Villa.
Above the pure-white palace, in the empty sky, a long flight of stairs suddenly appeared.
The stairs shimmered in seven colors like a rainbow, dreamlike and illusory.
On either side, vast banks of mist surged like waves, clustering around the dazzling staircase.
The long flight wound and climbed higher with every step, as if leading straight into the clouds.
Even with the keen eyesight of high-level cultivators, one could only make out the distant summit: a massive throne nearly lost among the layers of clouds and astral winds.
The throne, symbolizing the ruler of Wushi Villa, was imposing and magnificent, like a mountain. Yet it also bore a crude, almost wild air, as if someone had simply found a massive stone mountain, hacked at it a few times until it vaguely resembled a seat, then set it at the end of the stairs.
By now, cultivators from Wushi Villa were scattered in small clusters throughout the mist.
Their attire varied wildly. Some wore fine silks and glittered with jewels; others were dressed in rags, their hair and faces unkempt. Some had billowing sleeves and the air of transcendent immortals; others had fashioned clothes from human skin, their bodies steeped in resentment and demonic intent. Still others were plain and unadorned, almost indistinguishable from mortals...
Only by their cultivation levels could one tell that Wushi Villa's elders, stewards, and disciples had all come.
Above, auspicious birds and