After offering his grandson Liu Yonghao a few words of encouragement, Liu Changxu transformed into a streak of spiritual light and left the Teleportation Hall.
Almost in an instant, Liu Changxu appeared in the sky above Nethercloud Immortal City.
He looked down upon the vast immortal city, which had stood for tens of thousands of years and possessed a magnificent history. The scars left by past wars had vanished entirely.
What greeted his eyes now was a scene of construction in full swing. Countless figures bustled throughout the city, lights from spells flashed, and pieces of spirit materials fitted together with precision under the guidance of powerful spirit energy.
New buildings sprang up like bamboo shoots after the rain. Pavilions and towers stood in graceful arrangements, their upturned eaves, interlocking brackets, carved beams, and painted rafters displaying exquisite craftsmanship and splendor.
The whole of Nethercloud Immortal City seemed like a phoenix reborn from the flames, brimming with renewed vitality.
Not far away, an immortal mountain lay hidden beneath a surging sea of clouds, dreamlike and ethereal.
The mountain gathered the spiritual essence of heaven and earth. Every inch of rock and every blade of grass radiated rich spiritual energy, so dense it seemed almost tangible, as though one could reach out and grasp a handful.
The sea of clouds churned like a nimble white behemoth, sometimes charging forward, sometimes lying still. Numerous pavilions and towers nestled among the clouds, their upturned eaves, interlocking brackets, carved beams, and painted rafters appearing and disappearing within that boundless expanse. They seemed like jeweled palaces immortals had left behind in the mortal world, exuding a mysterious, captivating allure.
Just as Liu Changxu lost himself in the immortal mountain and sea of clouds below, ten breathtakingly beautiful figures suddenly shot through the air from the