There were no precious jades or splendid brocades to be seen, nor any gleaming azure radiance.
Before him lay only a boundless emerald sea, seemingly formed from the condensed breath of the Great Dao's pure essence.
The pale moon coursed through the heavens, celestial dew descended of its own accord, and bright moonlight scattered its splendor across heaven and earth.
Looking into the distance, he could see great whales churning the waves, fish and dragons dancing together, wild cranes soaring through the mist, and homeward-bound geese flying far away. It was truly magnificent scenery.
In the sea stood a seven-treasure tree, its shade stretching five hundred li. Its colors blazed like a torch, rivaling the moon overhead, their radiance reflecting between sky and sea to make the scene all the more exquisite.
Chen Heng turned to look behind him, only to find a vast expanse of cloud and mist. The path by which he had come had long since vanished.
Inwardly marveling for a moment at the profundity of such Dao Arts, he wasted no more time and urged his flight light straight toward the seven-treasure tree in the sea.
At the roots of the seven-treasure tree lay a small floating island, thick with trees. At its highest point stood an elegantly maintained thatched cottage.
Inside the cottage, a young Daoist was already seated cross-legged.
Behind him stood two attendants with dragon horns growing from their heads, holding long banners and jeweled canopies. Daoist energy flourished around them; clearly, they had attained success in the Immortal Dao.
Chen Heng landed his flight light at the foot of the hill and climbed the steps. With a composed expression, he cupped his hands and said:
"Am I in the presence of the Dragon Lord? This junior is Chen Heng, a disciple of