The Immortal Realm.
The Ninth Heaven.
The towering, boundless Purple Cloud Palace sat high atop the Nine Heavens!
Purple radiance spread vast and deep, and the rhythms of the Great Dao flowed ceaselessly across the distant vault of heaven. Everywhere were traces of the Dao; everywhere was its essence.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.
Wisps of smoke rose from an incense burner, drifting and curling through the palace.
Countless patterns of the Great Dao were branded upon the palace walls, along with carvings depicting part of the Third Epoch's history.
Vaguely, one could even make out a magnificent mountain standing upon a land blanketed in ice and snow.
Had Jiang Yang come here and examined it carefully, he would have recognized it as Purple Sky Mountain, where Tai Shang had once dwelled.
And this Purple Cloud Palace had exactly the same aura as that mountain, only with far more of the supreme Dao resonance left by the passage of ages.
Tai Shang, too, was a man of profound feeling. He had refined that entire Purple Sky Mountain into this palace and brought it back to the Immortal Realm.
Now.
The Purple Cloud Palace had become a veritable Dao palace.
At this moment, two prayer mats lay upon the palace's ancient floor tiles.
An old Daoist sat in the seat of honor, his expression gentle.
A young Daoist sat below him.
They were none other than Dao Ancestor Taishang, who seldom appeared in the Purple Cloud Palace, and his eldest disciple, the Immortal Lord.
At this moment, the Immortal Lord showed none of the imposing grandeur with which he commanded the winds and clouds and swept through All Heavens outside.
He lowered his eyes respectfully. Even the Immortal Sword that he had once carried with him at all times had been