Following the token's guidance, Chen Xun rode his sword to the Fushi Sect's Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion.
The pavilion stood atop mountain peaks wreathed in mist and clouds, majestic and imposing. It seemed to float in the mountains out of thin air, with no supporting foundation in sight. Only several ancient cypresses towered into the heavens, blotting out the sun as their gnarled roots coiled around the cliffs, becoming one with the pavilion.
The entire Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion was built from Clear Subtle Profound Stone. As the sea of clouds drifted around it, it faintly emitted a radiant inner glow.
No doors could be seen on the pavilion itself. Only three sides bore openwork carvings of pillars entwined with dragons. The patterns were complex and exquisite, their winding forms vivid and beautiful enough that Chen Xun could not help looking several times.
He remembered this stone deeply. Yin Lin's storage ring had been forged from it, and its storage space had been extraordinarily vast. Even the Five Aggregates Sect had yet to acquire a Clear Subtle Profound Stone vein.
That had left Chen Xun and Black Bull rather regretful. Yet he had never expected others to use it to build a pavilion...
"Ah." Chen Xun stopped and gazed into the distance, sighing softly as a faint trace of melancholy appeared in his eyes.
He had not been thinking of anything else. He was merely lamenting how wonderful it would be if he could move this pavilion back home.
To enter the pavilion, one had to cross a slanting cloud bridge of White Jade. Sculptures of Heavenly True Spirits formed its railings, mighty without losing their elegance. Clouds churned beneath the bridge, hazy and impossible to see through.
Chen Xun stepped onto it. Beyond the bridge stood an enormous azure-brown