Northern Mountain.
Clear springs gleamed, cold currents surged, and pristine ice and snow covered the steep mountain walls. Twelve cloud stairways led straight to the summit, encircled by a layer of chill moonlight.
The Supreme Altar Mysterious Yellow Tower above the firmament began to tremble. Mysterious yellow energies flowed, resonating with the Wu Light across the mountain.
The moonlight atop the summit dispersed.
Clear frost spilled over the ground, revealing a young man seated cross-legged, dressed in moon-white robes. His features were gentle, and greater yin mysterious radiance rippled away from him like water. Beside him stood a jade-white mystic token bearing the image of a bright moon hanging over a deep, endless night. Several ancient characters were engraved upon it: [Northern Return, Night Cultivation].
"A high cultivator of an ancient greater yin lineage. He should have belonged to the [Night Cultivation Observatory], an even more orthodox lineage than the Heavenly Court's [Vast Moon Immortal Palace] of old."
Tiantuo seemed to recognize his origins, his tone grave.
"The Sun Manor and Moon Palace-aren't they the orthodox lineages of greater yang and greater yin?"
Hearing this, Xu Xuan felt puzzled. Of all the yin-yang lineages he had heard of, the Sun Manor and Moon Palace were the most familiar, often mentioned alongside the Thunder Department.
Tiantuo scoffed.
"The Heavenly Court was the seat of the ancient divine dao. In the end, it still stood a head below the immortals. The [Great Sun Manor] and [Vast Moon Palace] were founded by frustrated greater yin and greater yang cultivators who left the higher Dao. They became nothing more than divine lords, unworthy of the word 'true.'"
"The Thunder Palace merely sent one of its departments into the Heavenly Court, yet that alone made Xuanhao suffer beyond words and routed the Sun Manor."
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