The young prodigies scatter across the secret realm, Liu Yunche begins exploring the ancient forest

A sea of clouds hung high overhead, a spirit vessel floating in the sky.

A cool breeze passed through the vessel, carrying curling wisps of immortal fragrance.

Yang Xuantian sat in the seat of honor, his gaze piercing the layers of cloud and mist to fall upon the boundless ancient secret realm below. He smiled leisurely.

"I can see that you fellow Daoists have put considerable effort into nurturing your juniors. Quite a few of these youngsters remind me of my younger self."

Nie Lan had a lean face, with two long trails of mustache at the corners of his mouth. The breeze brushed over him, lending him an air beyond the mortal world.

He smiled slightly and said, "You jest, Provincial Inspector. These juniors have only reached the Three Extremes Realm. They fall far short of the Glazed Bone you forged."

Yang Xuantian merely smiled at that, offering no answer.

Beside him, the Yuan Family's Spirit Cultivator rubbed a white jade wine cup with his fingertips. With a faint, meaningful smile, he said:

"I have heard that deep within the secret realm lies an opportunity to attain Glazed Bone."

At those words, each Spirit Cultivator entertained thoughts of their own.

Although they continued what they were doing, all spared some measure of attention, their gazes gathering on Yang Xuantian.

Yang Xuantian nodded. "Fellow Daoist Yuan is correct. It is an opportunity left behind by a predecessor of Azure Province. Every prodigy of our province has a chance."

The Spirit Cultivators aboard the vessel exchanged glances, their expressions warm and pleased.

Grand halls and towers stood aboard the vessel. Springs chimed, immortal mist drifted, and spiritual lights of every kind shone against one another.

Some Spirit Cultivators raised cups to one another from afar, while others conversed freely with those