At Fang Huayin's words, the assembled immortals and deities grew flustered and tense. The Other Shore Great Figures who had escaped the Sea of Suffering stood high above, looking down as time flowed and the mortal world changed. How easy could it be to meet one of them?
Though they too had joined the Immortal Class and risen above the ordinary, in the eyes of an Other Shore Being, they were likely no better than specks of dust!
They hurriedly circulated their Dao Power and cast immortal arts, composing themselves and daring not show the slightest disrespect. Vermillion Dragon True Person even took out a small bottle made of red coral and tossed it into the air. It tipped over, pouring out streams of clear water that fell like rain and enveloped all of Ningbi Peak.
A misty "drizzle" washed away filth and cleansed body and mind. Tan Ping and the others felt thoroughly refreshed, every inch of them invigorated. It was as if everything around them had been washed clean, taking on an almost translucent clarity.
They stared at the summit in astonishment, unable to understand what had happened or why everything had changed so dramatically.
A short while later, the summit's plants were lush and green, brimming with life. Clear spring water burbled over a visible bed, while at the center stood a thatched pavilion, hung with lanterns and streamers, ethereal and otherworldly.
As soon as everything was ready, a crane cried out high above, its call reaching the ninth heaven and echoing through the sky. Then Vermillion Dragon True Person and the others saw billowing clouds of mist surge from nowhere. A strange fragrance filled the air, and hazy Clear Light spread out to form a road.
Nine five-clawed True Dragons slowly descended from immeasurable heights, pulling