Within Great Scarlet Heaven.
A formless wind swept past, stirring ripples through the clear light. First, a gray heart entwined with incantations appeared within it. Flesh and blood then began gathering around the heart, soon forming a complete human figure.
He wore a dark, deep-hued robe patterned with ghostly markings. His face was noble, his skin like white porcelain. The moment he manifested, he first felt his own heart chamber, only letting out a long breath after confirming that nothing was wrong.
Yelü Tan cast a suspicious glance around him, not daring to move rashly.
The Cold Moon hung high above the boundless Immortal Heaven. Below lay countless islands and palaces, their wondrous sights all shrouded in a hazy layer of clear light that kept them indistinct.
His memories returned.
Lesser Yang golden light flickered and shifted, gathering into a path that stretched before him. It seemed to lead toward an exceedingly wondrous immortal estate, where he could faintly make out the large words [Immortal-Granting Bureau].
"It's that one!"
Yelü Tan dared not hesitate. He followed the path forward until he reached the estate, where Daoist attendants and serving girls stood waiting. Their auras were unfathomable; they likely all possessed divine abilities.
Why is this even more frightening than my last visit...
He entered the estate and reached the Mysterious Hall. Countless rays of golden-white radiance shifted here, condensing into all manner of immortal things: flowers, trees, butterflies, and deer.
As Yelü Tan walked along, he felt that every brick and tile, every flower and blade of grass here was on the level of a Purple Mansion Spirit Treasure. Yet he could not discern which path they belonged to, leaving him even more astounded.
"Go inside."
A Daoist attendant beside him spoke slowly, his voice cold. Yelü Tan no longer