Inside a medicine garden.
More than a dozen figures stood with their gazes lowered, being lectured by the medicine garden steward at their head.
"This is the medicine garden. Every spirit herb is precious..."
Among the figures at the very back, Wen Fang listened to the voice by his ear, but as his gaze lowered, he concealed the glint in his eyes.
The Great Dream Immortal Sect, a supreme lineage that mysteriously vanished in ancient times.
Ascension, transcendence...
All kinds of thoughts echoed through his sea of consciousness.
Wen Fang clenched his hand. He could not help but feel uneasy after entering this place.
After all, if ancient immortals truly descended upon this place, then people like them would likely be walking straight into a dead end.
For ancient immortals who wished to descend again, the best method was reincarnation. Yet if they had not properly arranged the future beforehand, mishaps could easily arise along the way.
Possession. The highest form of possession was Dao Seizure.
Only after hearing that name did Wen Fang realize that the opportunity hidden on this island was actually bound by karma to the Great Dream Immortal Sect.
Moreover, judging by the situation, Golden Turtle Island, which had appeared out of thin air, was likely one of the blessed grotto-heavens under the jurisdiction of that ancient Immortal Sect.
Since I'm here, I might as well settle in. No matter what, it seems very difficult to leave this place.
Layers of thin white mist rose around the island.
When he heard the three rules, Wen Fang, as a member of the Wen Clan, had originally planned to leave at once.
He had not intended to pay any attention to that jade slip.
Yet unexpectedly—
He retraced his path all the way back.
The roads outside, and