Heavenly Tribulation.
Green-robed cultivators rode the wind back and forth, sweeping away dust. Most were Qi Refining cultivators. The mountain was lush and verdant, its flourishing vegetation once again brimming with life.
The Thunder Pool and the Sun-Mirror occupied separate reaches of the clouds. Silver thunder poured down, red clouds surged, and shifting colors made a splendid sight. Framed by the mountain's many towers and halls, the scene already bore something of an immortal sect's grandeur.
Liu Xingfang stood amid the clouds in green robes, his bearing elegant and unrestrained. With two or three fellow disciples, he waited at the mountain gate to receive the guests.
Under Great Li's customs, anyone who broke through to the Purple Mansion realm would usually invite fellow cultivators from the surrounding commanderies and host a feast for guests from every quarter, proclaiming the achievement to the world and establishing their Dao lineage.
"Our sect has a Purple Mansion cultivator now, too."
His heart brimmed with delight. The gloom that had weighed on him for so long dispersed completely, and even the circulation of his sword qi became much smoother.
"Senior Brother, which Immortal Dao entities will be coming this time?"
The fellow disciples behind him asked curiously. After all, theirs was a newly established sect, previously confined to the Plainlands. They had no dealings with the many immortal sects and had no idea who would attend.
"A few True Persons should be coming, though we don't yet know which ones."
Now responsible for receiving guests, Liu Xingfang had naturally familiarized himself with the expected Immortal Dao entities well in advance, but this was hardly the time to discuss them. If anyone was certain to attend, it was True Person Ru Su of Tip-Feng Mountain. Border defenses had bound Heavenwater and Red Cloud to the