The Heavenly Sound Pavilion was even more magnificent and majestic than Hong Yuan had imagined.
Viewed from outside, Heavenly Music Island had seemed a sweep of mountains shrouded in clouds and mist. Only after setting foot on it did he discover that the Heavenly Sound Pavilion had developed fully half the island's mountain ranges into its sect grounds.
Mo Xianyin's white robes fluttered about her. Beautiful as an immortal, she led the way with light steps, graceful in bearing and swift as a flying duck.
Following this Sound Master of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion's Recruitment Division, Hong Yuan stepped onto a stone bridge three hundred zhang long. Beneath it lay a bottomless gorge. Through the surging clouds and mist, the outlines of several distant peaks flickered in and out of view.
Hong Yuan had accepted Mo Xianyin's invitation.
Partly, his recent insights into the flow of water had melded with the wondrous applications of shifting between the real and the illusory, doubling his speed and greatly improving his chances of survival. More importantly, a faint response within his mind told him that the Heavenly Sound Pavilion's grounds would greatly benefit his cultivation.
And indeed, they did.
Immediately upon entering the sect grounds, Hong Yuan sensed that the numinous energy was many times more active than outside. The closer he came to the central region, the denser it grew.
A dragon vein-
No! A spirit vein, rather!
The so-called dragon vein was merely the remnant husk left after an immortal had stripped away more than ninety percent of the essence of Great Xuan's spirit vein.
When that immortal extracted its essence, it had been dark yellow in color and shaped like a dragon. His earliest followers had mistaken it for a true dragon manifesting in the world and called the remnant