White mist swirled, immortal qi wreathed the air, and a plaza of white marble came into view.
The center of the plaza was empty, without even a giant glowing orb of a Main God. Around its perimeter stood statues of dragons, phoenixes, Kui Oxen, Pixiu, and other immortal birds and divine beasts.
Voices rose in argument. Their owners had all sorts of identities: the reincarnation of Haotian Shangdi; a novice monk from Shaolin Temple; Meng Qi, the second-generation Yuanshi Heavenly Venerable; Jiang Zhiwei, the Chicken-Slaying Sword God of the Sword-Washing Pavilion; Qi Zhengyan, of "without xxx, there would be no Tathagata Buddha" fame... and a whole cast of extras.
Lin Xian arrived with a descending pillar of light, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
"Senior Brother Qingyuan of the Pure Yang Sect?"
Qingjing, a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, suddenly cried out, half startled and half delighted. Looking at the newly arrived reincarnator, he then showed a trace of confusion. "How did you get brought in too? Has Divine Monk Kong Wen grown so powerful that even Senior Chonghe, who attained the pure yang dao body, couldn't stop him?"
A disciple of the Pure Yang Sect! Everyone was startled. Here was another person brought across ten thousand miles. The Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was truly terrifying.
"Qingjing, you're the least capable of this batch of reincarnators." Lin Xian swept a glance over him and remarked calmly, "Do you still not understand? No one at the Dharma Body level, whether a human immortal, earth immortal, or heavenly immortal, has the power to construct the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space."
"To accomplish this, one would have to be at least a Legend Immortal Venerable, above heavenly immortals!"
"Once you're here, even your sect elders who have joined the ranks of immortals