The clouds wound and twisted, like mountains gathering in fury, vast and magnificent.
As the fishing line descended into darkness, the nebula turned slowly, like ripples stirring over still water.
Vast ripples spread layer upon layer. In an instant, all that remained amid the sea of clouds and mountains was Zhou, sitting cross-legged alone. The Immortal Official Shang Shen had already departed with the tablet engraved with Zhou's true name.
His plain robes hung loosely as Zhou gazed into the darkness before him, silently fishing.
The Immortal Office of "Abundance"...
It did not quite fit the Great Dao he followed...
What he wanted to see was the resentment of all living beings! Their jealousy! Their hatred!
Only when resentment filled the wilderness, jealousy filled every heart, and hatred soared to the heavens would the world suffer more calamities!
More misfortune!
More curses!
More death!
Still, since the Immortal Office had been delivered to his door, he naturally could not refuse it.
After all...
This was not the first Immortal Office he had obtained!
Just as he was pondering this, Zhou suddenly noticed mist quietly forming all around him. Like layers of gauze, it surged toward him from every direction without a sound.
In the blink of an eye, it had become a heavenly net, surrounding him layer upon layer!
The mist was soft and ethereal, like mermaid silk, yet it could obscure an immortal's vision and Spiritual Sense, silently sealing off the inside from the outside!
Zhou immediately gathered his thoughts and said calmly, "Which Immortal Friend has come to visit? Please show yourself."
As soon as his words fell, the mist churned like a tide. Like curtains slowly parting, it opened a passage, and a dignified, stately figure emerged at an unhurried pace from its depths.
He was tall