Mount Emei.
Ten Thousand Buddha Summit seemed cast from gold, blazing with radiant light and boundless grandeur.
Inside Resting Heart Hall.
The headmaster, Qi Miaoyi, looked like an exquisitely carved jade doll—a mere nursing babe.
He cultivated the Daoist Infant Method. No matter how profound his cultivation became, his body would forever remain that of a child.
Yet his expression was stern, carrying the majesty of a Primordial Spirit loose immortal!
In this world, only Golden Core grandmasters could establish sects, while only those who achieved the Primordial Spirit and attained Longevity could be considered true titans of a region!
Even the supreme heads of the righteous and demonic factions were mostly at the Primordial Spirit realm. They were already the ultimate masters of both the Daoist and demonic paths!
At this moment, he calculated with his fingers, and a trace of a smile appeared on his formerly stern face. "Junior Brother White Plum's second life of cultivation has finally given him hope of forming a Golden Core..."
Before long, a streak of sword light tore through the sky and descended upon Mount Emei's Ten Thousand Buddha Summit.
White Plum, his robes billowing, appeared with three country youths.
"Th-this is a true immortal's abode?"
As Fang Xiaolong made his way down from Ten Thousand Buddha Summit, he felt as though his eyes could not take it all in.
The immortal mist-wreathed dwellings, pavilions and towers, stone bridges and covered walkways, immortal herbs and spirit ganoderma, white apes and soaring cranes... all gave him the feeling of a country bumpkin entering the city.
Fang Jing's mouth hung wide open, leaving him speechless.
Only Aaron was not particularly impressed.
He merely looked astonished on the surface. In truth, Mount Emei itself was far less fascinating to him than the layer of the