"This is the seventh level, the seventh level where you can look up and see the Immortal Palace!"
Excitement filled the cultivator's voice. He had none of the bearing one would expect from an enlightened master, yet he had somehow climbed all the way to the seventh level.
"That tells me nothing. You can look up and see that fake mirage from the other levels too." Gao Ming had the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God prioritize restoring his head. He needed to keep observing and communicating.
"It's different," the cultivator said mysteriously. "On this level, someone actually saw an immortal inside the Immortal Palace!"
"An immortal?" The wound in Gao Ming's neck tore open, and he simply gave up on healing that area. "Not every figure that appears in the Immortal Palace is an immortal."
"Not long ago, a magnificent building in the Immortal Palace collapsed with a tremendous crash. The man who ascended pointed at the Immortal Palace, trembling. He shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one could hear his voice. Later, he used these stones to carve the likeness of the true immortal he had seen. By erecting a monument to that true immortal, he earned boundless merit. Once the Immortal Palace returned to normal, mist and rosy clouds wrapped around him and carried him into the sky, drawing him into the Immortal Palace." The cultivator's head was filled with nothing but thoughts of becoming an immortal.
"What did that stone carving of the true immortal look like? What did the immortal look like?" Gao Ming pressed him, but the cultivator could not describe it. After stammering for a while, he stopped walking.
"We're here."
"Where?"
"My stone workshop." The cultivator pushed open a wooden door and entered a small courtyard. After checking that no one was