Immortal herbs and wondrous flowers, immortal fruits hanging high upon divine trees.
Immortal qi was so dense it formed mist. This breathtaking world seemed more like the immortal realm than the immortal realm itself.
At the end of his sight stood divine halls and Immortal Palaces that pierced straight into the clouds.
Jiang Changkong stepped into the passage and entered the Holy Land.
The passage behind him vanished. All manner of living beings looked at Jiang Changkong without the slightest fear or curiosity.
They were calm, each wandering, strolling, and playing among the immortal herbs and wondrous flowers.
Some were cultivating as well, drawing immortal qi into their bodies.
An invisible force emerged from the void and poured into his body.
Its peaceful, tranquil, warm aura calmed his heart as well.
He could not summon any killing intent, nor could anger rise within him. There was only calm.
Jiang Changkong walked amid the immortal herbs as that peculiar force continuously entered his body.
A strange emotion arose, making him unwilling to leave this place, wanting to remain here forever.
A white rabbit passed by his feet, affectionately rubbing against his trouser leg before quickly hopping away.
"Holy Land."
Jiang Changkong murmured. Was this truly a pure land?
Step by step, Jiang Changkong passed onward and looked at a human immortal, a mid-stage Immortal Lord.
The Book of Heaven manifested. This was a fiend, and one guilty of a capital crime.
Yet under the influence of that peculiar force, Jiang Changkong could not muster the slightest interest.
He did not want to enforce the law—or rather, he chose to ignore the sins.
Under that inexplicable power, the fiend smiled, gently patted the head of an immortal beast, and walked onward.
A chill suddenly ran through Jiang Changkong's heart. For this place