Myriad Forms Mountain.
This mountain had always stood lofty and upright, its slopes shrouded in five-element mist and clouds, with countless streaks of light flying to and fro from time to time.
Cultivator disciples moved in and out among them, some with auras as deep as an abyss, some hard and sharp, some covered in boundless frost...
This was Lu Qing's destination.
Clouds of spiritual energy surged forth above the mountain, enveloping the summit at its highest level and making it impossible to glimpse.
At its midsection stood layer upon layer of terraced, interwoven palaces and pavilions, arranged in an orderly yet scattered fashion.
Lu Qing slowly descended. Seeing the two words "Myriad Forms" written upon the plaque above a great hall, he knew he had come to the right place.
The outer sect had countless matters to hand over, and disciples followed all kinds of different cultivation paths, hence the alternate name, Myriad Forms.
Myriad Forms Hall.
"What business are you here for?"
There were two reception disciples near the entrance of the hall. One of them saw Lu Qing enter and spoke blandly.
Lu Qing said no more than necessary. He first took out his identity token. "May I ask where I can collect spirit plant seeds?"
There were also people on the first floor of the hall. Transparent counters had been laid out in neat rows, their interiors displaying manuals and spirit artifacts sorted into particular categories. From time to time, disciples strolled about as they looked, weighing whether the spirit stones in their storage rings would be enough.
The moment Lu Qing entered, someone noticed him, but no one paid him much mind. After all, disciples came and went here in great numbers.
Upon seeing the token, that disciple's expression grew much more serious. The indifference