Flowers rained through the air, falling and rising in scattered profusion, as though all living things of the nine directions were whirling in a dance, so dreamlike and dazzling that the eye could scarcely keep pace.
Radiant light streamed forth in hundreds upon thousands of colors, making the vast waters beneath the clouds glow in brilliant splendor, like a world of purity and light. It was truly wondrous!
Now, after that laugh rang out, all those strange manifestations drew inward and vanished, and the void opened.
The Ninth Layer's hall terrace, originally shrouded in luminous clouds, shook with a thunderous rumble and revealed its true appearance.
Chen Heng saw three mystic terraces arranged in the upper hall. Three Dao Lords of Great Virtue sat upon them, Jeweled-Lace Celebration Clouds and towering purple qi manifesting overhead. Boundless auspicious light shone down, vast and mighty, shaking the soul and leaving none daring to look directly up.
Of the three mystic terraces, the kindly Daoist seated in the center was naturally Tong Xuan, with Weiling and Shan Jian to either side.
Sect Master Pei Shuyang sat composedly below the three Patriarchs. Two gold-robed boys stood respectfully beside him, one holding a seal, the other a talisman. Their eyes glimmered with keen light, and pure qi suffused their faces.
Even these attendants possessed extraordinary cultivation, surpassing most cultivators...
Dao Lord Patriarchs...
Mi Jingshi's breath caught as the thought crossed his mind.
"I merely took a disciple, yet troubled you all to come in person. How embarrassing, how embarrassing."
Tong Xuan swept his gaze around, letting it settle on an old woman in a corner of the hall, her hair silver, her hairpin made of thornwood, her skirt plain cloth.
He shook his head and pointed at her with a chuckle.
"Junior Sister Shi, you