The Four Lands.
Beyond the Demon Land World.
Night had fallen, darkness settling deep.
Where the various Immortal Sects had temporarily stationed themselves, tower ships, treasure vessels, cloud towers, and flying pavilions were linked by floating corridors that crisscrossed between their different artifacts.
Crystal lamps adorned both sides of the suspended corridors. Stars and moon hung overhead, and beneath the night curtain, those tiny points of light gathered like flames into radiance, casting a hazy, illusory glow.
Some disciples of the Immortal Sects moved through them, spiritual light flickering beneath their steps while immortal clouds and white mist supported their feet. Their robes fluttered, suffusing the corridors with an immortal splendor.
Though it was night, it seemed like day.
Upon entering the plaza formed by the central Nine Sects, one could see many Immortal Path cultivators gathered in groups of three or five beside their tables. Some poured and drank alone, while others chatted and laughed merrily, wholly unafraid of the scenery outside.
Before one even entered, the clamor reached Divine Consciousness ahead of the figures within.
Yet it was not all lively.
At the far right sat the Buddhist Land's Glassy Light. Buddhist cultivators rolled prayer beads between their hands, some lowering their heads to silently recite sutras within their hearts.
It was a particularly tranquil corner of this area.
Wang Chunfeng took his seat in the Profound Heaven Dao Sect's section.
He had not arrived late. Sweeping his gaze over the entire hall, he saw that the important figures who ought to be here had yet to arrive. This place was merely a venue for the disciples of the Nine Sects to mingle.
Seeing such a bustling scene with the Nine Sects gathered together, he could not help but shake his head. "The last time it was this