Floating Spirit Island

Yin and yang descended within Crouching Dragon Spirit; sun and moon endured upon Penglai Island.

Seven days later.

It was still midsummer. The grasses and trees on Penglai Island were verdant and lush, and the cave mansions atop every Mountain City brimmed with spiritual energy. Mountain winds rushed headlong against them, stirring waves through the pines, while scattered birdsong rang clear and secluded.

Above the hundred peaks rising from the earth, streaks of dazzling spiritual light arrived from every corner of the East Sea.

Some cast sorcery. Even under the influence of the Ten Directions Spirit-Sealing Heaven and Earth Formation, they could still ride clouds and command mists, like immortals among men.

Some rode exotic beasts and birds, splitting through the dense clouds ten thousand li above before whistling down onto Penglai Island.

Some stood atop Floating Spirit Boats that covered more than a hundred li, looking down from on high at the vast land below as they slowly descended onto the broad plains.

Some condensed their qi into rosy clouds, transforming into streams of light that streaked across the heavenly vault and fell to earth like meteors.

Law Cultivators, beast cultivators, Artifact Cultivators, pill cultivators... there were too many kinds to count.

Beyond Penglai Island, countless figures moved in dense swarms, covering the entire coast like ants in a nest. Innumerable ships set sail, delivering an endless stream of supplies from across the East Sea Cultivation World.

Nor was that all. Streaks of spiritual light belonging to Golden Core cultivators and even stronger ones flashed across the heavenly vault from time to time, like an incomparably brilliant meteor shower blanketing this sea territory spanning tens of thousands of li.

Dozens of Nascent Soul True Lords, more than ten thousand Golden Core True Persons, over a hundred thousand great Foundation