The immortal peak towered majestically, piercing the heavens, purple qi drifting around it like smoke and gauze.
This peak stood on the sunny side of Mount Fei of the Earth, where the mist was thin and heavenly light often bathed its slopes. Pines, cypresses, and slender bamboo covered the mountain in verdant green. The spiritual energy was so rich it seemed almost too dense to disperse, condensing into dewdrops that fell among the plants.
Palaces and towers lined the contours of the mountain, ancient and profoundly mysterious, clearly the work of more than one generation. The cultivators passing among them all wore purple robes. Some fed on sunset clouds and drank dew; others drew upon water and fire. Every gesture carried the lingering grace of the ancient Immortal Dao.
Hidden deep within Xu Xuan's Inner Scenery, Tiantuo quietly used a spell to survey Mount Fei of the Earth, and even he could not help praising it.
"Zhou shrines and Xia temples, venerable sanctuaries and lofty towers-this is a truly ancient lineage of the profound teachings, its source distant and its course long. These modern immortal traditions, all outward pomp, cannot compare. Your own sect, for instance, has such a petty air about it."
"Quiet."
Xu Xuan ignored the old monster and simply looked at the surrounding scenery, inwardly somewhat astonished himself.
He had once traveled through the immortal mountains of Great Peace, but now, studying this magnificent realm of Earth Lung, he felt its spiritual beauty surpassed them and its Dao resonance ran deeper. It truly had evolved from a blessed land of old.
Wei Shuang carried Xu Xuan on the wind, traveling through the clouds. Along the way, every cultivator they encountered, whether at Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment, had a gentle, harmonious bearing and offered respectful greetings. Though