As Pei Ling gazed at the many immortals beside the Jianmu, dwelling in their immortal treasures, bobbing up and down like dandelion seeds drifting through the autumn sky, he saw them in every shape and form, too numerous to count.
And yet foreign immortals kept arriving in this world through the Jianmu. Pei Ling silently began to count them.
There were far too many foreign immortals with the aura of Loose Immortals. At nearly every moment, several—or even a dozen—Loose Immortals rode ethereal immortal music down from the Jianmu to the mortal realm. They were also the ones gathered in the greatest numbers around it.
The Loose Immortals had wildly different auras, and seemed to hail from various realms and heavens. They lingered near the Jianmu, most occupying their own patch of empty space. Immortal energy swirled around them, and from time to time, Cloud Seal Script flickered into view. Some openly listed the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, immortal arts, divine abilities, and other things they carried, hoping to trade for equivalent immortal materials...
Others hoped to find clues about some kind of "origin," and were willing to pay a price...
There were also Loose Immortals skilled in alchemy, artifact forging, talisman-making, and other crafts. Amid the drifting immortal energy, they announced their willingness to offer their services for a modest fee, making all sorts of things to order...
From time to time, Escape Lights streaked across the sky. Several Loose Immortals would gather among the clouds, and after some discussion, exchange all manner of immortal materials.
After watching for a while, Pei Ling understood. These Loose Immortals had entered this world from their own realms and heavens not to seek clues about the Heavenly Tribulation, nor because they had plans or schemes concerning this world. Rather, they had