The Immortal Tower's exterior was carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes. Even dragon designs and colors reserved for royalty could all be seen here.
Yellow glazed tiles covered the roof from top to bottom. Exquisitely carved five-clawed dragons crouched on either side, and the vermilion doors stood open, revealing the even grander architecture within the Immortal Tower.
Ye Wanzhou cautiously raised her head, wanting to steal a glance first, but that single glance left her almost completely unable to look away.
She fished out on the river. Even if her misgivings kept her from looking too much, she still wondered... what was it like inside the Immortal Tower?
Was it resplendent luxury, everything one could ever want, soaring clouds and riding mists, or immortal grace and Daoist bearing?
However Ye Wanzhou imagined it, she sometimes felt her ideas were far too outlandish. Yet now she discovered... all of this still surpassed her imagination.
It was not the tower, but the immortals.
Radiance flowed through the Immortal Tower. Sometimes, buildings fell far short of people. The various immortals all wore clothing whose extreme extravagance was obvious at a glance, and every lift of their eyes carried an overpowering presence, as though heaven and earth lay within their grasp.
Golden glazed wine cups floated on their own, spilling golden light.
The immortals' splendor far surpassed the carved dragons and painted phoenixes, and far surpassed this opulent Immortal Tower.
No wonder everyone loved cultivation. All the world's outward splendor could not compare to being flawless oneself.
Ye Wanzhou naturally understood that she had an aptitude for cultivation. After all, she could sense what the immortals called immortal energy.
But she had been born into poverty and had no resources, so her Immortal Path had been cut short.
Ye Wanzhou had made her