For a sect to stand firm against the surging currents of time, its foundations were indispensable.
The Cloudmist Immortal Palace had chosen the Spirit King in the hope that, once Li Jingzhou ascended to the throne, he would look after the palace and extend its fortune for tens of thousands of years.
At one side of the high platform, a blue-robed elder with white hair and beard gazed up at the precious mirror flowing with rosy light in the sky, his eyes dim.
The Cloudmist Immortal Palace had long been struggling to find successors. Among the younger generation, not one disciple had made the Three Clans' Prodigy Rankings. Most of its few Human Emperors were nearing the end of their lifespans and had entered death seclusion in pursuit of a breakthrough. They had even been unable to take part in the recent battle in the Outer Starry Sky.
Though three imperial weapons guarded the palace, one had already grown dim in spirit and was on the verge of losing its imperial might. Even imperial weapons could not withstand the washing of time. No matter how constantly people revered them and nourished them with the power of their prayers, the day would eventually come when they reached their end.
The Cloudmist Immortal Palace might have looked dazzling on the surface, but within, it had long since rotted away.
Under everyone's gaze, a group of more than seventy people slowly stepped onto the arena. They were the Cloudmist Immortal Palace's current True Disciple generation.
Shi Lan swept her gaze across them and quickly gauged their strength. Among the Cloudmist Immortal Sect's True Disciples were great cultivators of the Primordial Spirit realm, but they were clearly no longer young, and their cultivation had only reached the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit realm.