Immortal qi wreathed the surroundings, forming a boundless Immortal Sea that stretched beyond sight, as though carved from a piece of fine jade, crystalline and lustrous. Wisps of white mist rose from the mountains, and the aura of the Immortal Dao filled the air.
"What a wonderful place." Ji Hao marveled. This was a sacred haven for cultivation. Secluded cultivation here would yield better results than anywhere in his own era. Even the Immortal Realm he had established could not compare. Dao energy swirled around him, bringing peace to his heart.
Through an elusive communion between his spirit and heaven and earth, he sensed several supremely exalted presences, none of them the least bit inferior to his Main Body.
Ji Hao understood. How could an Immortal King Banquet be without Immortal Kings?
Men and women, young and old, gathered here. All possessed extremely high cultivation, yet they were peaceful, without murderous intent or disputes. They conversed with one another, contented smiles on their faces.
Across the island stood jade tables and chairs, laden with all manner of fruits and fine wines, each a rare treasure.
White mist flowed at knee height. Lotuses bloomed, rooted in empty space. Their leaves and blossoms alike were golden, extraordinary in every way.
Here, Five-Colored Divine Deer carried jade platters on their heads, offering fruit to the guests, while White Apes dutifully poured wine for everyone.
However one looked at it, this was a grand gathering of True Immortals, far removed from the clamor of the mortal world, possessing only a beauty that transcended worldly affairs.
These are what immortal cultivators should be, Ji Hao sighed inwardly. He suddenly felt a little envious of these people. Since birth, he had been locked in struggle, contending with heaven for his life and with others for opportunities.