Golden Court Mountain, White Stone Peak.
Vegetation flourished, and countless white stones the size of goose eggs, as smooth as cream from cows and sheep, glowed softly in the sunlight, their hazy shimmer dazzling the eye.
At first glance.
It was like standing in the great shell beds of the Eastern Sea.
Everywhere one looked were lustrous, snow-white magical pearls, sparkling with light.
At that moment.
Several Daoists dressed in the robes of Grand Stewards stood beneath a hundred-foot-high ritual platform on the summit of White Stone Peak.
Behind them stood countless attendant Daoists in yellow robes and yellow crowns.
Above, in the distant cloudy sky, flying carriages gathered in flocks, their colorful awnings raised high, their canopies standing like a forest that stretched beyond sight.
The many figures gathered together resembled banks of colorful clouds.
Heads thronged together, making quite a spectacle-
"How long has it been since our court was this lively? The last time was sixty years ago, when disciples from the Vermilion Luminescence Sect's Lower Court came to visit our Changying Court. I vaguely recall quite a contest then, too. They fought until neither side could break away!"
A Grand Steward with high brows and a prominent nose glanced behind him, then suddenly spoke to his colleagues beside him. His voice carried considerable nostalgia, like an old man in his twilight years recalling the past.
Yet although his face was weathered, his aura possessed a light, untrammeled quality.
Like spring vegetation sprouting from the earth, he brimmed with rich vitality, utterly unlike an elderly mortal.
Within the Four Great Lower Courts.
Not only did the office of Court Overseer have to be held personally by a Primordial Spirit True Person of the Jade Dawn School.
The three senior master positions—Scripture Master, Register Master, and Du Master—also