The sun and moon shared the sky; mountains and seas ran side by side.
A brilliant heavenly gate stood high in the dark firmament. On one side lay the universe's desolate reaches, where star sand shimmered in fantastical colors; on the other stretched magnificent mountains and rivers, continents interwoven with boundless seas.
Dozens of streaks of escaping light flew through the heavenly gate, then scattered with uncanny coordination. Along the way, they employed all manner of methods to conceal their auras and obscure their karma. In the blink of an eye, they vanished between heaven and earth like a passing breeze, yet the spiritual energy throughout this entire world still began to seethe.
Wang Ping was naturally among them.
What made him more accomplished than the others, however, was that he had not even revealed his escaping light. With [When the Gentleman Conceals His Instrument] circulating, he slipped inside without a sound.
"Fighting a wolf with a hemp stalk-both sides are scared."
Wang Ping shook his head. There was no doubt that, given the Immortal Sect's way of doing things, marauder cultivators of every stripe would spring up like bamboo shoots after rain in a place like this.
Under these circumstances, everyone feared encountering marauder cultivators, yet everyone also wanted to play one themselves. That was why they had split up and hidden their respective karma: it let them act without worries hanging over their heads. The [Fragrant Drapery Hall] had now become a completely lawless land.
"Not to mention, the environment here is perfect for it..."
Wang Ping looked around, then suddenly beckoned with his hand, drawing a strand of spiritual energy into his palm. Its nature, however, was entirely different from the spiritual energy of the outside world.
Heavy. Chaotic.
He tried absorbing a little, only for a