Welcoming guests, showing the way, serving tea...
Within the Truth-Seeking Abbey, the Daoists each attended to their duties.
The young disciples were full of vigor, their spirits soaring.
An incense stick later, the guests arrived.
A fireball descended from the sky and transformed into a Daoist.
A flower blossomed, and a Female Daoist stepped out.
A spirit bird beat its wings and cried out, carrying a White-Robed True Person.
A spirit beast raced forward, bearing a master and disciple.
A Three-Zhang Strongman strode forward, a burly man standing atop his head with his hands behind his back; a Five-Zhang Flying Boat cleaved through Emptiness, its sect-master True Person standing on the deck, surrounded by disciples.
Some Daoists rode spirit carriages, some stood upon Dharma Artifacts, some flew through the heavens, some tunneled through the earth, and some traveled upon water.
Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displayed their own divine powers.
Every True Person brought disciples along. After paying five hundred Dao scriptures, they entered the great hall, either exchanging greetings with familiar Daoist friends or sitting alone in silence to wait. Floating Cloud Mountain had never been so lively.
Half an hour later, Daoist Tradition True Persons had gathered in the Mystic Law Hall on True Mystery Peak. Each differed in appearance and cultivation, each possessed a distinctive bearing. Myriad phenomena filled the hall, while auspicious clouds wreathed the sky above and Spirit Cranes soared through Emptiness.
Since the Dao Origin Grand Gathering ended last year, this was the first time so many True Persons had assembled in Fengyang Commandery.
As Xuanming entertained his Daoist friends from the various sects, he observed them closely. Most were below the Golden Core realm, while three were at Golden Core or above: two Golden Core cultivators and one Saint Embryo