Clearly, with his own incarnation stationed here, no accidents should have occurred after all these years.
Of course, the occasional minor disturbance was unavoidable.
Like a lake of emerald waves, it remained calm as a mirror, reflecting the firmament.
Yet it could not remain forever still; these disturbances were merely ripples drifting across its surface.
They were not towering storms that would place the cultivators practicing at the lake's heart in danger of being overturned.
Pine mist drifted through the mountains like clouds.
Within the Daoist dojo, a figure sat cross-legged at its center. Yin-Yang and the Five Elements emerged together as the aura around him surged and ebbed; heaven and earth hung inverted, and the breath of the Great Dao permeated the air.
There were no years in mountain cultivation; cold and heat went uncounted.
Spring departed, autumn arrived.
Winter passed, and spring came again.
It was merely one turning of the Four Seasons, merely a shift in the Mortal Realm's weather.
The Daoist dojo remained as it had always been.
Only the faint trace of aura upon that figure grew ever more ethereal, ever more unfathomable.
The mountains were tranquil; beyond them, all was clamor.
"What is this?"
"I heard an Immortal Mountain range has appeared overseas?"
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"Are you sure it isn't a Mirage Tower?"
"I recall that many so-called Primordial Immortal Mountains and Primordial Immortal Palaces were Mirage Towers before. The light and shadows cast by those Mirage Pearls were dreamlike and illusory, yet truly lifelike."
"No, it's real. Someone has already climbed the Immortal Mountain and seen an Immortal."
The young cultivator's expression was utterly certain. The cultivators who had initially thought this was merely idle chatter exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Brother Li, Brother Li, you're a genius, and a figure listed