The immortals in the great hall wore subtle expressions.
They nodded and smiled, their meaning profound.
Three days later.
Shang Zhan walked out of the Ten Million Mountains in a daze. He had not even clearly seen the true splendor of the Ten Million Mountains, and as for the Heavenly Wheel Sect cultivators of the innate Dao veins, he had barely mentioned them at all.
He suddenly looked back. Immortal Peaks coiled like dragons, mountain ranges stretching across the Azure Heaven.
Shang Zhan sighed. Just as when he had first arrived, he could see only its outline, not the myriad sights within.
He rose into the sky and swiftly departed.
Shang Zhan had never harbored any designs on the Ten Million Mountains. His sole intention had been to borrow some Dao veins for the clan's prodigies to cultivate, yet those mere three days of talks had plunged his heart to the bottom of an abyss.
Nine Provinces Heavenly Ridge.
When he returned to the ancestral land, dozens of Upper Order Clan True Immortals crowded around him, their faces filled with expectation and excitement.
"Dao Brother, you ventured out for several thousand years and returned safely. Regardless of the result, you must have gained much."
The old woman Shang Yun's eyes gleamed faintly. She believed in Shang Ye's limitless potential, and likewise believed that, as an ancient Dao lineage, the Heavenly Wheel Immortal Sect possessed farsighted vision.
Shang Zhan looked around, seeming to want to speak but hesitating.
"Dao Brother!"
"Dao Brother, what was the outcome?"
"Dao Brother, were you able to establish ties with the Heavenly Wheel Immortal Sect?"
For a moment, Immortal Words spread through the air. Every True Immortal's gaze shone brightly, yet a trace of gloom lay in their eyes. Judging by Dao Brother's hesitant manner,