Fushi Sect, Inkspirit Immortal Pool.
The scenery here was beautiful, with a sweeping view of the mountains. Above, rosy clouds drifted on without end, refreshing the hearts and minds of all living beings.
The immortal pool resembled a piece of obsidian polished by sunlight, unfathomably deep.
Like a translucent mirror of black jade, it reflected the verdant mountains around it, the rolling and drifting clouds. Occasionally, a few floating clouds swept past, casting a faint veil of white across the water before swiftly being swallowed by the lake, which retained its profound and mysterious blackness.
The pool water was like a patch of melted night. Though it showed no shimmering ripples, one could sense the rhythm within, as though this blackness contained the subtle breath of life, flowing quietly onward.
The rocks by the pool were covered in winding patterns, like natural markings carved by the years, as though recounting the origins of these waters, passed down through the ages.
Chen Xun sat alone here, drinking tea and painting. A wooden table stood beside him, and he looked entirely at ease.
Such an immortal treasure land was naturally not somewhere just anyone could come. As a place for disciples to comprehend the Dao, one had to make immense contributions to the sect before earning the qualifications to cultivate and seek enlightenment here.
However.
Chen Xun held the rank of Futian.
He could enter any of the sect's major forbidden grounds at will, without needing any seniority or qualifications.
If anyone objected, they could go discuss the Dao with Fushi Sect's Supreme Elder. He would explain why.
Still, Chen Xun only came to these sect forbidden grounds after returning from battle. It allowed the disciples of every faction to save face, leaving them with nothing to say. He understood the ways