An old cultivator followed the heavenly omens in his deductions toward the location of the great fortune, only to see a thousand-zhang tower rising there, its jade-green heights touching the sky and its splendor blazing with gold and jade.
Before his eyes stood a thousand-tiered structure, rich and magnificent, radiant with gold and jade, resplendent and luminous.
On several of its terraces, quite a few figures resembling immortal guests sat discussing the Mystic Path and brewing tea around stoves.
Voices drifted down from the white-jade platforms of the lofty tower, ethereal as though descending from the clouds.
Faint and profound Dao music also reached his ears.
This scene of cultivation, seemingly steeped in the customs of the Ancient Heaven, left the old cultivator rooted to the spot.
He stared wide-eyed into the distant distance.
The compass in his hand kept spinning, sometimes pointing north, sometimes swaying uncertainly.
But soon, with a crack—
For some unknown reason,
the compass split in two at its center.
The sound jolted the old cultivator awake as well.
"This place isn't right."
He sighed inwardly, feeling that he had likely wandered into some forbidden land.
He had not checked the old almanac before leaving today. He had been far too careless.
"Fellow Daoist, where did you come from? Are you perhaps also heading to the Ruyi Tower to attend this Ruyi Feast?"
A voice sounded beside him.
The old cultivator's expression remained unchanged.
He knew this place was not right.
Because he had been here before.
This had originally been a stretch of emerald mountains where a few clouds occasionally gathered.
There should never have been a sect here, one that had formed such a full-fledged lineage and legacy.
If there had been a sect here, Rogue Cultivators within a thousand li would certainly have