There were few cave residences in the [Cloudmist District], not because there was insufficient space, but because they were built along a [third-tier mid-grade spirit vein].
Only as many cave residences were built as there were qualifying spirit vein nodes, and they had to be spaced far enough apart not to interfere with one another.
The Alliance Headquarters of [Origin Immortal City] had thought this through clearly, implemented it meticulously, and planned it thoroughly.
After all, as a permanently neutral nation determined to earn spirit stones by "renting out cave residences" as its core business, it naturally had to improve service quality and safety assurances-
These were its core competitive strengths.
At that moment, inside a cave residence in the [Cloudmist Layer].
In the core quiet room, not a single figure could be seen. Everything was shrouded in white, like an immortal realm of clouds and mist.
Spiritual energy surged mightily, like enormous ocean waves rolling and heaving, raising a rushing howl as it swept, swirled, and scoured the quiet room without cease.
The spectacle looked imposing, giving one a sense of suffocation-and rightly so. The spiritual pressure was so intense that even a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator would not dare open their apertures and circulate their cultivation method here, for fear of ruptured meridians and an exploding body.
Cultivation, too, required acting within one's means, proceeding steadily and orderly, advancing step by step.
"Whoosh~"
Another "great wave of spiritual energy," even more violent than the last, thundered past like ten thousand horses running wild with broken reins. Its sheer ferocity briefly swept open a tiny "hollow."
Through that fleeting gap, a figure in azure robes could faintly be seen, seated cross-legged at the very heart of the vortex, in its calmest "eye."
His expression was serene, his eyes