Mortal Realm * Tang Dynasty.
Ying Zheng watched the changes in the mortal world, a thousand emotions stirring within him.
Three thousand years had passed in the flick of a finger.
Without becoming an immortal, everything in this world was merely passing clouds and smoke.
Ying Zheng wore blue satin robes with a jade belt at his waist and held an ivory folding fan. What an elegant young gentleman he made.
His cultivation was neither high nor low, sitting at the Deity Transformation Realm, as he walked toward a certain tavern.
An endless stream of people made the streets extraordinarily lively. Everywhere he looked, even the weakest cultivators had reached the Golden Core Realm.
Yet no one flew. The restrictive formations in the sky prevented anyone below the Mahāyāna Realm from flying.
Then a shout rang out somewhere: "Hurry! The lay Buddhist is here!"
The crowds in the street surged toward the largest storefront ahead.
Ying Zheng slowly passed through the crowd as though the people around him did not exist, making his way straight to the front.
The tavern's curtained entrance was enormous and looked exceptionally grand, larger than several neighboring shops put together.
One had to understand that land on Blue Star had long since become worth its weight in gold. Every inch cost an outrageous sum, and occupying such a vast space was proof enough of one's strength.
Across the tavern's gilded signboard, several large characters danced like dragons and soaring phoenixes: "Drunken Immortal Tower."
The entrance curtains were now drawn wide open, revealing a bustling interior. Though the establishment occupied only five hundred square meters, tens of thousands of people were inside.
This involved spatial application technology. Small as it looked from outside, the interior opened into a world of its own.
Tens of thousands of