Layered ravines and tiered cliffs, peaks rising in splendor, a thousand veils of misty water, ten thousand folds of cloud-wreathed mountains.
Jeweled towers encroached upon the Silver River; jade halls and pavilions sheltered crimson gauze-
Chen Heng gazed into the distance. All that met his eyes was a vista of gold, jade, cinnabar, and azure, lavish in its beauty and exquisite craftsmanship.
The fireworks over the islands blazed in myriad colors, set against the radiance of stars and moon above, dazzling the eye with their gorgeous display.
Rou Xuan Prefecture was a dominant power on the Eastern Sea, with countless disciples and a succession of outstanding talents.
Although its current prefect was a half-demon of impure blood, his natural gifts were extraordinary. After abandoning the demonic path of bloodline cultivation for the orthodox Immortal Dao, he had advanced through his cultivation like a blade splitting bamboo.
In the end, he had subdued all the cultivators and received the succession from the former prefect, truly becoming the custodian of a Dao lineage.
Though Rou Xuan Prefecture was not on a continent and had no Spirit Grotto as its sect's foundation, these spirit islands had been deliberately arranged by someone of great Divine Ability according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. Sheltering wind and gathering qi, concentrating essence and nurturing substance, they had formed an excellent Great Blessed Land, a cultivation ground perfectly suited to immortal Qi Refining!
Throughout their journey, with Steward Zhao clearing the way ahead, the restrictions remained closed and the killing formations dormant. Not the slightest disturbance arose.
Soon, Steward Zhao stamped on the frost cloud beneath his feet, bringing it to a halt high in the sky, then turned back with a smile.
"We have arrived. My master awaits ahead. Please, you two first. This old