The Vermilion Luminescence Sect.
Lutai Mountain.
Its might subdued the vast ocean; its majesty loomed over the jade sea.
Within this towering, immense mountain, which seemed the very root of the earth's veins and reached deep into the ethereal winds and astral clouds, two figures sat leisurely playing a game of stones on a summit.
The long-browed old Daoist wore a nine-colored robe of interwoven gauze, a crown of seven reflected morning radiances, a spirit-commanding pendant, and yellow-sun boots. His face shone gold, and a round halo glowed behind his neck.
As his sleeves fluttered in the wind, the slightest leakage of his aura thundered through the primal energies of sun, moon, and stars. Light sank and radiance flowed, appearing and disappearing unfathomably, like a celestial waterfall passing between existence and nonexistence, sweeping up a hundred mountains and a thousand rivers!
Though that power now lay concealed and unreleased, it still gave the terrifying impression that it could engulf heaven and earth, shake the winds and clouds for tens of thousands of miles, and smash everything into crumbling dust!
Had he deliberately directed it at someone, even an ordinary True Person of the Immortal Dao would have been unable to steady their mind before him. Sweat would have drenched their back, stripping away their usual bearing and leaving them thoroughly discomposed.
Behind the long-browed old Daoist stood six golden attendants, gathered to either side, assisting his rites and holding his registers, bearing treasures and burning incense.
"Core formation? That Wei Lingjiang is merely a True Disciple, not a Dao Scion. Does such a trifling matter really warrant the attention of a great True Lord like you, Longbrow?"
The person playing against the long-browed old Daoist was no more than a hazy silhouette, her features indistinguishable. Only her lilting voice revealed