On the hilltop.
"Every form turns into illusory radiance. All crafted arts are dream-shadows and floating light.
Like dew, like lightning, fleeting and ever-changing. Let the Dao heart shine within; thus shall one behold."
Yellow Wolf True Immortal sat cross-legged atop a bluestone, chanting scripture. Though golden lotuses did not spring from the earth around him, nor did myriad phenomena manifest—
All Immortal Estate disciples gathered here to hear the Dao felt their minds grow tranquil and their bodies suffused with warmth, as if they were roaming through a lake-sea of moonlight, free to drift east or west at will.
Most especially, the Moonlight Divine Water that they normally had to enter meditation to refine now seemed as though it could be summoned with the slightest wave of a hand.
Thus, a sheet of silvery-white mist appeared over the hilltop, as though a thin veil had been draped across it. The sight was truly exquisite, immortal aura drifting through the air.
When everyone awoke from listening to the Dao, their expressions were dazed. They all felt that only an instant had passed.
Yet when they looked around, they discovered that the sky had grown dim. The sun had not yet leapt forth, but the moon had already faded, soon to vanish beneath the sunlight.
Midnight had already passed.
"This—" Quite a few Outer Estate disciples muttered, still dazed.
Yellow Wolf True Immortal looked at the Immortal Estate disciples, a smile appearing on his furry face. He lightly pointed at the layer of silvery-white mist twining around them and called, "Gather!"
With a whoosh, the mist covering the entire hill rolled toward his hand. Then, the dew-catching tray in his palm rang with the crisp sound of pearls and jade striking one another.
This immediately drew the attention of everyone present.