Pan King Universe, the core continent, Pan King City.
This place stood aloof from the world. It was a city, yet within its walls lay a land so vast it defied imagination.
Palaces stood among different galaxies, linked by roads formed from boundless starlight. Markets, taverns, residential districts, cultivation grounds... all manner of functional districts were scattered among the stars.
A star domain served as the city, and the stars themselves as its buildings.
At its very heart was a separately opened universe, where Pan King cultivated in seclusion. The surrounding regions housed his descendants. Of course, most of the clan's True Immortals ordinarily guarded different regions of the Great Universe.
Today, Pan King's clan had gathered in a rare reunion. Every True Immortal in the clan, along with direct descendants of sufficient standing, had come to the clan assembly. Pan King sat high in the seat of honor, an enormous immortal peach tree manifesting behind him. Its branches were thick with leaves, and even bore some unripe fruit, giving off an enticing fragrance of life.
The juniors who had yet to attain an immortal Dao Fruit and had merely been brought along by their elders to broaden their horizons could not help taking deep breaths. Within that fragrance, they could comprehend the mysteries of the Dao of life. The profound mysteries of creation lay hidden within, waiting to be unearthed.
No one reprimanded them. Without Pan King's permission, they could not have breathed in the vital essence spreading from the Flat Peach Tree, much less cultivated openly during the clan assembly. In a more rigid family, they would probably have been dragged away to face clan discipline long ago.
Apart from being stern on certain occasions, Pan King was generally mild and friendly. Even with old friends whose karmic