In Tao City, if you did not toss around a few words about seeking immortals, you could hardly call yourself a native of Tao City.
Little Li Heaven had always been a special place.
In the east, south, west, north, and center, every region had its own Dao.
Within each Dao, various powers had carved out territories and put down roots.
The world was in chaos. Though there was still an imperial court, it had become an old almanac from more than eight hundred years ago.
It was an imperial court, but at most, it was simply one larger faction.
Especially in the heart of the realm, ever since streak after streak of Mars meteors had fallen from the heavens ten years ago, the people of the Imperial Preceptor's Office within the palace had observed the stars at night.
They had seen the Emperor Star wavering and the crimson Mars flickering.
The White Tiger was about to emerge, and the Black Tortoise was shifting and falling.
All were signs that turmoil would rise throughout the realm.
Later, that prophecy was indeed borne out.
The realm fell into chaos, beginning with that meteor that descended from the vault of heaven.
After that, spies from every faction suddenly sent back all manner of bizarre yet utterly shocking reports.
"Otherworlders."
"Immortals."
"Transcendents."
"Deities."
"Demons."
Countless things that the people of the world had only heard of in storybooks seemed to be stepping down from myths and legends, entering this dusty Mortal Realm.
All at once, this dusty Mortal Realm was filled with many strange tales of immortals and monsters.
"Immortals? Everyone says there are immortals now, but I truly haven't seen one."
"Those people at Qingchen Temple are immortals too. How could you not have seen them?"
"Exactly. Those Daoists from Qingchen Temple