Cloud vapor unraveled, and azure mist scattered-
A hexagonal cloud raft appeared across the sky in an instant, wreathed in vine shadows and floral radiance, with jeweled tassels hanging on all sides. Nearly a hundred golden hooks and colored bells encircled its edges. Unmoved by the wind, the bells chimed slowly of their own accord, their clear notes pleasing to the ear, lilting and melodious.
Upon the hexagonal cloud raft stood a Lion Bed roughly ten feet wide.
A tall Daoist wearing a Purple-Blue Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe, a Lotus Crown on his head, and an Ancient Bell at his waist held a Golden Scroll as he sat coldly upon the Lion Bed with his legs sprawled.
At that moment.
The Golden Scroll in his hands shone brilliantly, its lustrous glow washing a halo over the sea of clouds for dozens of feet around him.
On closer inspection.
The Golden Scroll was densely inscribed with the names of countless Daoists of the Mysterious Truth Sect, written in vigorous characters as tiny as flies' heads.
And whenever a thought stirred and touched one of the names on the Golden Scroll.
An image woven from a shower of light would spring up beside it, lifelike and indistinguishable from the actual person.
"Chen Heng, born in Lanliang City in the Southern Territory of Eastern Maitreya. In the four hundred and ninety-seventh year of Yuangao, Yan Zhen, an elder of the Mysterious Truth Sect's Steward Office, recommended him for admission to the Mountain Gate to cultivate. Eligible to receive the Three Qi Illumination of the Spirit Art..."
The two characters shining brilliantly upon the Golden Scroll, illuminating thirty feet of cloud with penetrating light, were precisely "Chen Heng."
Hou Wen circulated his superior Mystery Art, barely suppressing the frenzied demonic nature growing wildly