An invitation. A very special invitation.
Its specialness lay not in the words written on it. They were plain and straightforward, merely describing the time and place of the Golden Ao Feast. Its specialness lay in the invitation itself.
The invitation in Master Lu's hand looked like a leaf plucked casually from the roadside, still damp with morning dew. Many of its veins had darkened, forming tiny lines of text.
The moment his gaze truly touched the leaf, a boom rang out and his vision shifted. Master Lu saw a vast world: blue skies dotted with white clouds, a great sun hanging at its center, green grass covering the earth, trees of many kinds growing across it, and a distant lake like a mirror, reflecting a dreamlike scene.
The great sun sank in the west, and the bright moon rose in the east. A predator crept through the grass, its gaze fixed on the prey before it. Everything was so real, unfolding in every corner of this world.
Suddenly, heaven and earth shattered and dissolved into streaks of light. Master Lu watched intently as the invitation in his hand burned to ash, vanishing without a trace. He showed no excessive reaction.
"Hiding Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed, opening Heaven and Earth on a leaf..." Master Lu murmured.
One invitation, one world!
For Master Lu, who had touched the threshold of the Heavenly Immortal realm, this was no stranger. It was a technique only Heavenly Immortals possessed!
There were still several months until the winter solstice, yet the invitation from Golden Ao Island had arrived early. It made no attempt to conceal the location, as though it feared neither investigation nor that people might not come.
Inside Sword Washing Pavilion, Su Wuming rested a sword across his knees. His right