Mount Sumeru, outside the mountain gate.
A cyan sword light tore through the void, descending from the heavens with an utterly carefree grace.
The sword light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man in a cyan Daoist robe, with handsome features and a free-spirited demeanor.
Sovereign of Heaven.
He held the Qingping Sword, standing before the mountain gate, looking up at this completely transformed immortal mountain, utterly stunned.
"This... is this still that Western Mount Sumeru?"
Sovereign murmured to himself, shock plain in his eyes.
The last time he came to Mount Sumeru, he had been impressed by its wealth, but compared to now, that was nothing—a mere shadow of this splendor.
The immortal mountain before him had completely surpassed his understanding.
The mountain gate was carved from a single block of Chaos Primordial Stone, a hundred zhang tall, inscribed with four large characters—"Mount Sumeru Sacred Realm"—each radiating a rich flavor of the Great Dao, as if containing the principles of heaven and earth.
Flanking the gate were two stone lions, each ten zhang tall. They were no ordinary stone lions, but forged from Innate Geng Metal, their eyes flickering with lively light, clearly having already birthed an Artifact Spirit.
Sovereign tentatively released a sliver of divine sense, trying to probe the strength of these two stone lions.
The stone lion suddenly opened its eyes, a fierce pressure surging forth—it actually possessed the cultivation of a Golden Immortal at the peak.
"Good heavens, even the gatekeepers are at the Golden Immortal level?"
Sovereign sucked in a sharp breath, his shock deepening.
He stepped through the mountain gate, and the sight before him left him utterly dumbfounded.
The path beneath his feet wasn't ordinary stone—it was paved with Nine Heavens Breathing Soil. With every step, a gentle force of creation surged into his body, so soothing it made one want to moan.
On both sides of the road, all kinds of exotic flowers and rare herbs were planted. Any single one was at least a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Medicine, and some even radiated the aura of an Innate Spiritual Root.
What was even more absurd was that next to these spirit medicines stood small signs, reading: "Do not pick. Violators will be fined."
Sovereign saw this line and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.
Fined?
Wasn't that a bit too down-to-earth?
Walking further, a row of magnificent palaces came into view.
Those palaces were all built from Chaos Divine Wood, each pillar so thick that ten people couldn't wrap their arms around it, exuding a faint chaotic aura.
The roofs were tiled with glazed tiles, shimmering with rainbow light under the sun, breathtakingly beautiful.
Between the palaces, a small stream wound its way, the water crystal clear, radiating an enticing fluctuation of spiritual energy.
Sovereign walked to the stream, crouched down, scooped up a handful of water, and brought it to his nose to sniff.
"This is... Three Lights Divine Water?"
His eyes widened as he stared at the stream in disbelief.
A divine substance like Three Lights Divine Water—outside, it was sold by the drop, each drop worth a fortune.
But here, it was used as landscaping water, gathered into a stream?
Wasn't this too extravagant?
Sovereign felt his worldview shatter in that moment.
He prided himself on being well-traveled, and Mount Kunlun was considered a top-tier cave heaven in the Primordial World, but compared to this Mount Sumeru, it was nothing but a shabby temple.
"Daoist Sovereign, long time no see."
A lazy voice came from ahead.
Sovereign looked up and saw Taiyuan standing with his hands behind his back before a palace, wearing that gentle smile.
"Old brother."
Sovereign strode forward quickly, cupping his hands in salute, "I heard you made a great showing at the East Sea, helping Empress Nuwa achieve sainthood. My heart itched unbearably, so I came specifically to see you."
"And also..."
He glanced at the surrounding buildings, so luxurious they were suffocating, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"And also to see what true wealth really looks like."
"Old brother, isn't this place a bit too extravagant?"
"My Mount Kunlun compared to yours is just a broken-down temple."
Taiyuan waved his hand with a smile, "Daoist Sovereign, you flatter me. These are all worthless things, just making do."
"Come, come inside. I've had some wine and dishes prepared. We'll talk while we eat."
Sovereign followed Taiyuan into the great hall, his eyes barely able to keep up.
The interior of the hall was even more luxurious. The floor was paved with top-grade spirit jade, and the walls were inlaid with Luminous Pearls, each the size of a fist, lighting up the entire hall like broad daylight.
In the center of the hall stood a massive round table, crafted from Ten Thousand Year Zitan Wood, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance.
The table was already laden with all kinds of dishes, each one giving off an enticing aroma.
Tongtian stared at the dishes, his eyes going wide.
They were delicacies cooked from the meat of Innate Spirit Beasts; every piece of meat was saturated with dense spiritual energy, and eating just one bite could increase one's cultivation.
And then there was the hotpot—the base of the pot radiated a seven-colored light, and what churned inside wasn't ordinary broth, but a divine soup brewed from Merit Water mixed with all kinds of rare spiritual ingredients.
"Old brother, you're being far too courteous."
Tongtian swallowed his saliva and sat down at the table.
"What courtesy? We're brothers of the same household."
Taiyuan smiled and poured Tongtian a glass of wine. The wine gave off an intoxicating fragrance, clearly an Immortal Brew made from ten-thousand-year spiritual fruits.
"Come, drink."
The two clinked glasses and downed the wine in one gulp.
The wine flowed down his throat, turning into a warm current that surged into his dantian. Tongtian felt utterly comfortable, and the mana within his body even grew a bit more lively.
"Good wine."
Tongtian praised it, setting down his glass.
"Old brother, I heard that in the East Sea, you not only helped Empress Nuwa achieve sainthood, but you also captured that old bastard East King Duke?"
"Mm."
Taiyuan nodded, picking up a piece of meat and swishing it in the hotpot.
"That fellow came looking for trouble with me time and again. This time, he just happened to run right into the muzzle, so I dealt with him on the spot."
"Right now, he's scrubbing toilets at my place."
When Tongtian heard this, he nearly spat out the wine in his mouth.
"Scrubbing toilets?"
His eyes went wide, and then he burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha, old brother, you're too ruthless. That's the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, and you're making him scrub toilets?"
"If this gets out, the entire Primordial World will laugh their teeth out."
"It's already gotten out."
Taiyuan shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.
"Anyway, he's no good. Making him do some work is just putting him to proper use."
Tongtian gave a thumbs-up, his eyes full of admiration.
"Old brother, your mindset—I bow to it."
The two ate and chatted, moving from cultivation insights to the grand trends of the Primordial World, and the more they talked, the more they clicked.
Tongtian discovered that Taiyuan wasn't just wealthy; his knowledge was also extraordinary. He had unique insights into the situation of the Primordial World, and Tongtian benefited greatly from it.
"Old brother, I find you truly unfathomable."
Tongtian put down his chopsticks and looked at Taiyuan with a serious expression.
"Not only do you have wealth, but you also have wisdom, and strength to boot."
"My two elder brothers are always putting on airs, calling themselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, but in my opinion, all of them combined aren't worth a single one of you."
Taiyuan smiled but didn't respond.
Tongtian's personality was straightforward; he spoke without thinking things through. But precisely because of that, he was the most sincere among the Three Pure Ones.
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