The two were whispering to each other when a sudden tremor came from the Great Void, cutting their conversation short and making them turn to look.
A thousand-fathom peak rose within the gray haze of the Great Void, its immense spirit vigor surging like a dazzling tide, visible from a thousand miles away.
True Person Xuan Xi shimmered with multicolored light, but until the appointed moment arrived, he could not draw even half a step closer. He could only sweep his sleeve and withdraw from the Great Void to wait in the Mortal World.
Once he emerged into the Mortal World, he stood beside Mokong Mountain in Kaiyang Prefecture, a place known in ancient times as Clear Isle Mountain.
The Mortal World was bright and breezy, with warm sunshine and gentle winds. A little unmelted snow left a touch of white atop the mountain, adorning the solitary peak.
On the surrounding clouds, figures shimmering with multicolored light appeared and disappeared, cupping their hands in greeting from afar. True Person Xuan Xi nodded to each in response.
Clearly, quite a few people from the various factions had already arrived to wait. Their party counted among the latecomers.
In less than two hours, they had already passed into another realm and crossed tens of millions of miles from Rain Xiang Mountain to this place—a glimpse of the astonishing speed of travel through the Great Void.
Jiang Yang surveyed the surrounding scenery, a faint understanding dawning within him.
No wonder no stir of activity can escape the Purple Mansion cultivators of the various factions...
On the surface, Clear Isle Mountain was sunny and tranquil, with nothing unusual about it.
Yet to any Purple Mansion cultivator, the spirit vigor shaking the Great Void and soaring skyward was as conspicuous as a firefly in the