At the very center of the Xuan Cang Realm stood an Immortal Mountain shrouded in dense clouds.
This Immortal Mountain was breathtakingly magnificent, occupying nearly one-tenth of the Xuan Cang Realm. It was home to countless rare treasures, and nowhere in the world had richer Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
For that reason, the mountain's summit was the Daoist Temple where the five Spirit Transmutation cultivators of the Xuan Cang Realm secluded themselves to cultivate.
Today, the five Spirit Transmutation cultivators of the Xuan Cang Realm had gathered at Azure Cloud Heavenly Lord's Daoist Temple to welcome a guest who had come from afar.
In an open-air pavilion, Azure Cloud Heavenly Lord personally poured Spiritual Tea for the weary, unkempt young cultivator with a scruffy beard seated in the place of honor.
The young cultivator wore a faded, blood-red robe that was neither quite new nor quite old.
It seemed that he had gone so long without changing his clothes that the robe's blood-red color had faded considerably.
The young man's eyes were weathered, and he paid no attention to his appearance. Yet from his features alone, it was easy to see that he had once been a dashing, carefree wanderer.
But even though the young cultivator looked rather disheveled, the Spirit Transmutation cultivators of the Xuan Cang Realm didn't dare underestimate him.
The cultivation aura radiating from him was stronger than that of any of their five Spirit Transmutation experts—far stronger.
Had he not been free of hostile intent and merely wanted to come in for a drink of water, the Xuan Cang Realm might have faced the most powerful enemy in its history.
"Senior, may I ask where you're from, and where you're headed?"
Azure Cloud Heavenly Lord asked.
There was little wariness in his voice. If anything,