And then!
An even more wondrous spectacle slowly unfolded.
The countless colossal Immortal Cities that had originally sat scattered haphazardly across the island...
Were seemingly drawn by an invisible hand, slowly leaving their original positions and beginning to shift with precise deliberation.
Looking down from the high void...
The myriad towering Immortal Cities resembled black and white pieces upon a chessboard, moving in orderly fashion and returning to their places, as though guided by an unseen design.
It was as if a supreme existence sat above the Ninth Heavens, casually manipulating the chessboard of heaven and earth, arranging the very layout of the world.
The island's entire geographical layout was being reshaped and brought into order at a pace visible to the naked eye.
Within every Immortal City on the island, any cultivator with even a modest foundation in cultivation and a keen divine soul clearly sensed the strange changes in the Immortal City beneath their feet.
A faint yet unmistakable sensation of movement traveled up through the heavy ground, stirring their hearts and minds.
Within the core Immortal City overseen by Celestial Pivot Half-Venerable...
In an elegant tavern beside the water and facing the street, at an excellent window seat on the second floor, two Foundation Establishment cultivators sat opposite one another.
They sipped fine wine and chatted idly about the charms of life, wholly at ease.
Then, all of a sudden—
The expression of the cultivator in brocade robes, whose demeanor had been gentle and refined, changed abruptly. Every trace of leisure vanished from his face.
His brow instantly frosted over with gravity. His sharp gaze pierced through the window lattice and fixed upon the vast void outside, while the aura around him suddenly tensed.
The blue-robed cultivator sitting across from him noticed his old friend's abnormality. Slightly