The Present World.
Central Lands.
Kunling Mountain.
The moon hung high in the sky, and night had already fallen. The stars above grew ever more dazzling, while the myriad lights of distant Kunling City resembled stars that had fallen all the way to the earth, displaying all the prosperity of the mortal world.
This was Kunling City, the center of this world and the heartland of the Immortal Alliance. For a million years, no matter any monsters and ghosts had been able to invade it. It was a paradise universally acknowledged by the Cultivation World.
Beside Kunling City, one small mountain after another rose from the ground. At the convergence of two High Order Spirit Veins, Kunling Mountain formed a landscape of mountains upon mountains.
At This Moment.
Beside Kunling City, within a mountain bathed in silvery moonlight.
This mountain rarely saw any light brought by people. There were only scattered fireflies among the hills. It was still midsummer, and the vegetation was lush and emerald-green. The surrounding spiritual energy was dense, transforming into Cloud Mist that curled through the mountain. A cool breeze brushed against one's face, stirring waves through the pines as clear birdsong rang out again and again.
At this moment, a figure holding a bamboo staff slowly walked along a mountain path. He did not use any magic power. Instead, he wore wooden clogs and strolled forward step by step, leisurely and unhurriedly. His sleeves were broad, his long robe drifted in the wind, and he possessed an indescribable air of tranquil ease.
He was none other than the Lord of the Immortal Alliance, Grandmaster Taixuan.
Step by step, he ascended the green-jade stairs. Reaching their end, he pushed open an antique wooden door and entered the temple.
Within the temple stood one statue after another.