The Purple Mansion Holy Land stood majestically among the mountains. Spiritual springs abounded between the peaks, spewing mist and rosy clouds. All manner of haze curled through the air, lending everything a hazy look, and towering ancient trees could be seen everywhere.
Many immense ridges soared thousands of feet into the clouds, wreathed in purple qi from the east that gathered without dispersing. It was like a primordial land, with the faint rumbling of the Great Dao echoing through heaven and earth.
Qin Tian walked through the Purple Mansion Holy Land, leaving a Dao imprint and a rune with every step, neither fading for a long time.
Not a single person in the vast Purple Mansion Holy Land noticed that an outsider had slipped in.
Suddenly, Qin Tian stopped. Light warped around him, an application of his primordial spirit power.
Two cultivators walked side by side along a path, one in purple robes and the other in blue garments. Neither looked very old, both around twenty.
"Why did you wake me up so early in the morning?" the blue-clad cultivator asked with a yawn.
"I cultivated until so late last night!"
"Brother, has cultivation addled your brain?" the Purple-Clad Man said helplessly. "Today is the final day of the Sect Grand Competition. The Holy Maiden is fighting the Holy Son! Don't you want to watch?"
"What? I almost forgot!" The Blue-Garment Man slapped his forehead.
"How about it? Want to make a bet?" the Purple-Clad Man asked. "Who do you think will win?"
"How much are we betting?" the Blue-Garment Man asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Just ten or so jin of source!"
"Deal!"
"If you ask me, it'll definitely be Junior Sister Zixia," the Purple-Clad Man said. "She's an innate Dao embryo!"
"The Holy Son is strong too. He