It was an open stretch of ground in the central region of the Holy Land. The terrain was broad, ringed by spirit trees and rich in spiritual energy. It lay far from the disciples' daily activities, so it would not disrupt the Holy Land's operations.
"This will do."
With a thought from Chen Xuan, the Myriad Dao Tower flew from his hand.
The little azure tower began to grow the instant it left his palm.
From the size of a hand, it rapidly swelled to ten feet, a hundred feet, then a thousand.
Azure light flowed across it, and the runes on its surface shone ever brighter. Every line left a distinct trace of the Dao in the void.
As the Myriad Dao Tower grew, the waves of Dao resonance it gave off intensified, spreading in every direction like rings of invisible ripples.
Then the Myriad Dao Tower settled firmly to the ground.
Boom!
A muffled rumble sounded. The moment the tower's foundation touched down, the entire stretch of earth trembled slightly.
The tremor was not violent, but it carried a deep, lingering echo, as though some ancient being had taken root there.
Where the foundation met the earth, formation patterns lit up and spread outward like vines. They swiftly connected with the Holy Land's ley lines and merged into them.
A towering pagoda now stood within the Holy Land.
It rose a thousand feet high, its entire structure azure and gleaming with a gentle luster beneath the sunlight.
Its nine tiers rose one above another. The eaves of each tier curved slightly upward, and wind chimes at their corners rang with a clear, pleasing sound.
The runes on the tower had stabilized. Rather than flowing fiercely as before, they brightened and dimmed in a slow rhythm, as though some