Deep within the Outer Layer void, an enormous city drifted suspended there, emanating an obscure, shadowy aura as though it had blended wholly into the void.
Within every wisp of that deep, secluded aura drifting outward, city-ships rose and sank unsteadily, numbering in the hundreds and thousands. Like a host of stars arrayed in homage, they clustered around the giant city.
Yet inside the giant city lay another world entirely. Great platforms floated above a sea of white mist, upon them seated eight Daoists wrapped in auspicious light and blessed clouds. Clear radiance flowed all around like water, bright and lustrous, while seven-colored sunset rainbows dyed the cloud mountains and ethereal immortal music lingered over sea and sky.
This was where Nether City's main city stood. Though its name bore the character "Nether," it merely signified being hidden in the shadows. Other than those whose minds had long been twisted, no cultivators enjoyed hiding in such dim, desolate places. Thus, this place displayed the bearing of an immortal realm.
Gan Bai's avatar had also arrived here, though his little face was thoroughly displeased.
He had been here for several months already, yet most of that time had been spent discussing the Dao with these Nether City Profound Venerables. But these people were true cultivators—what was there to discuss even if they took the initiative to speak with him? No one here understood Great Chaos better than he did.
And because his true body had seized the Great Dao Unified Text, his avatar could no longer use it. Thus, for most days, he could only sit here in dull idleness, stifled to the extreme.
It was not until early March that, on this day, a beam of light suddenly descended, shining brilliantly and illuminating the clouds, sea, and sky. On the