Deep in the Purple Cloud Domain lay the Cangwu Domain.
Cangwu Holy Land stood there.
The Holy Land stretched for countless miles. Mountain ranges rose and fell, winding across the earth like enormous dragons.
Between the peaks, imposing palaces floated in a sea of clouds, wrapped in pale green spiritual light like pearls set in the sky.
Towering spirit trees filled the mountains. The gnarled branches of ancient trees intertwined, their crowns blotting out the sun.
Emerald vines climbed their trunks. Every leaf glimmered faintly, and the wind stirred them into endless green waves.
A vast Spirit River plunged from the summit of the main peak. Where its waters splashed, spiritual energy rose like mist and refracted the sunlight into rainbow hues.
Several immortal veins lay buried beneath the sea of clouds.
The air was thick with immortal spiritual energy, so rich it had nearly turned liquid, mingled with the clean scent of ancient wood and the sweetness of Spirit Herb nectar.
One deep breath left warmth spreading through every limb and bone.
At the highest point in the center of the Holy Land, an ancient, imposing hall stood amid the clouds and mist.
The hall was built entirely from blue-gray Immortal Jade, its surface covered in intricate formation patterns.
Those patterns slowly shifted in the sunlight, giving off a reassuring aura.
A broad square lay before the hall.
At its center stood an ancient banyan of untold age. Its crown covered the entire square, while thousands of aerial roots hung down like curtains.
Just then, a figure sped in from the outskirts of the Holy Land.
It was an old man in a blue-gray robe, with graying hair and a lean face.
He moved with incredible speed, leaving an afterimage in the air with every step. He made no