Clouds moved with thunder, and thunder moved with wind.
This sudden spectacle instantly drew the eyes of those beneath Green Duckweed Mountain and along the covered walkways by Green Duckweed Lake.
Many gazes lifted.
Yet when they saw Cloud Dragons seemingly galloping through the clouds, weaving together the shadow of dragon-script that flickered in and out of sight, quite a few expressions changed at once.
"Why has this sect come here?"
"Those lunatics from the Dharma-Free Immortal Gate."
"The Dharma-Free Immortal Gate?"
The cultivator beside them had curiosity written all over his face.
Not only him—even some cultivators who had come from seas beyond the distant lands of Earth Continent rarely set foot upon Earth Continent itself.
The only reason they had come this time was because news of this Green Duckweed Discourse had flown from beneath the azure clouds of heaven to every corner of the world.
Azure birds crossed the vast, boundless seas, carrying word to the ends of heaven and earth. It seemed that their forms could be found in every overseas land that a cultivator's spiritual awareness could reach.
This matter was simply too important.
That invisible, surging tide of fate—the direction toward which cultivators' Dao Hearts leaned—was also an overwhelming current in the cultivation world, impossible to overlook.
Thus, those who saw the sight in the heavens were all rather curious about which mountain gate the arrivals belonged to.
Such a spectacular display upon setting out truly made them illustrious across the world in a single day.
"That is the Dharma-Free Immortal Gate."
"The predecessor of this Immortal Gate was the Ancient Dharma-Free Dao."
"Doing and non-doing are both inferior to being dharma-free. Cultivators across the world should not be bound by the limits of their own Dao. All paths beneath heaven should arise from