At the far eastern edge of the Eastern Wastes, beneath the natural barrier at the end of the Five Regions, commonly called Iron-Encircling Mountain.
Enough people to fill the wilderness were gazing up at a gigantic, blood-red head floating in the air.
There was no body beneath the head, only tens of thousands of tentacles extending from its brain stem. Like the trailing branches of slender willows, they slowly draped down to the earth from over seventy meters above.
The closer these tentacles came to the ground, the finer they grew. As they slipped into the onlookers through their seven facial openings, they became completely transparent, until they were all but imperceptible...
This head was called the Red-Headed Immortal, master of the Eastern Immortal Sect, leader of the Righteous Path, and one of the Eastern Wastes' two current sixth-level supernaturals.
Those connected to him were all the inner disciples of the Eastern Immortal Sect. They coexisted with the Red-Headed Immortal... one could even say they lived in another world, within his thoughts.
"Immortal Lord... Immortal Lord!"
A deathly pale, stooped cultivator suddenly flew in from afar.
After entering the great formation, he immediately reached into the air and caught a strand of tentacle extending from the Red-Headed Immortal's brain stem.
Then, looking tense, he covered his nose and inhaled hard.
Whoosh!
He sucked the slender, slippery tentacle into his nasal cavity. Once it sensed his Miracle Particles and the moist surroundings, it began moving on its own. In an instant, it breached the barrier between his nasal cavity and brain, piercing deep into his brain tissue.
"I'm home. I can finally return to the real world... once I've reported in, I'm taking a hundred years off..."
Happiness spread across the stooped cultivator's face. His body swayed a few times before