Splash.
A high platform on Sea Mountain Cliff stretched for a thousand meters, forming a square plaza.
Quite a few streaks of flying light descended onto this plaza.
They headed toward the palace ahead, shaped like a Seven-Treasure lotus.
The palace had hall steps borne aloft by lotus petals. Step after step wound upward, as though they were treading cloud lotuses to ascend to heaven.
They entered the Seven-Treasure Hall that soared into the clouds.
"True Person! True Person!"
"An invitation has arrived from Earth Continent."
A broad-built middle-aged cultivator strode inside. He bowed to a Daoist figure seated upon a lotus throne in the central hall and spoke.
The figure wore a black-and-white crane-feather cloak and held a black-backed crane-feather fan.
A gleam seemed to circulate endlessly within his dark eyes.
The sight chilled one's heart abruptly, like the spine-prickling dread of an ordinary mortal in ancient barbaric times being watched by a colossal wild eagle.
The True Person in the black-feathered cloak raised his sleeve and received the invitation, its flowing light circling around it.
His gaze flickered slightly.
This was the location of the Golden Feather Sect, a sect that carried a measure of mystery even among the many sects.
Ever since the Golden Feather Sect had first made its name known,
many cultivators had heard of its reputation.
That had been during the great upheaval of the age, when the immortal and demonic paths were locked in conflict amid the calamity aura of the millennial tribulation.
Several hundred years had passed.
Yet the Golden Feather Sect had not established itself on Earth Continent.
One reason was that the immortal spirit treasure lands and grotto-heaven blessed lands on Earth Continent—places possessing excellent spirit veins and Dao opportunities—were already occupied by sect lineages.
There was another reason as