The winter solstice was still several months away, yet Golden Turtle Island's invitation had arrived early. It did not conceal the location, as though it feared neither investigation nor the possibility that no one would come.
Within Sword Washing Pavilion, Su Wuming laid his sword across his knees and half-clenched his right hand. The invitation silently ignited, and a patch of heaven and earth was destroyed without a sound.
Every Dharma Body expert whose whereabouts could be determined and who was worthy of an invitation received one.
Golden Turtle Island had thus abruptly appeared in the world. At the end of the mist-shrouded clouds, it seemed to welcome a long-lost "return"!
A figure suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, dressed in feathered robes and wearing a star crown. Mist swirled around her body, yet her graceful figure could still be vaguely seen. She was another Golden Turtle Island Envoy.
This mountain was Ji Hao's usual place for refining treasures; he could not remain in Traces of Immortals forever.
As for a proper dojo, he had long had a target in mind. It was merely occupied for the moment, and he would need to wait some time before reclaiming it.
She raised her head and looked at the lone peak. Her Li Fire Golden Eyes, capable of seeing through countless falsehoods and illusions, seemed veiled by a layer of mist. No matter what she did, she could not see the dwelling hidden deep within the white clouds. The Void overlapped layer upon layer, and the horizon and what lay inches away were always separated by a single thought.
Above the Firmament, Yin-Yang Qi was balanced, while the powers of the Solar Body and moonlight intermingled. Every opposing principle in the world could be seen here.
"So this Heavenly