South of the Mirage, beside the Cloud Sea, an Immortal City stood in towering majesty.
There were no enclosing walls here. There were only a thousand flights of jade steps, layered one upon another, spreading down from the clouds.
The towers and pavilions in the city were all founded on white jade, their upturned eaves like wings. Occasionally, immortal cranes perched on the eave-corners, carrying in shards of rosy light, their clear cries trailing like threads.
Seen from afar, the entire city seemed to hang above the clouds. At dawn and dusk, seven-colored flowing mists circled it, beautiful beyond compare, as though it were a palace in the heavens.
At the center of the city stood a tall tower. Whenever festivals came, those who climbed it flowed in an endless stream, drawing near the sky to view the moon, every fine detail laid bare—the name Moon Gazing City had come from this.
It was just when the Mirage Trial was underway, and the long streets in the city were packed with people, carriages and horses flowing like water, dragons of traffic moving in constant streams.
Upper Three Realms cultivators could be seen everywhere, and the aura of Mahayana True Immortals also appeared and vanished from time to time. Pedestrians' sleeves carried the wind, their steps unhurried, presenting a flourishing scene of immortal clans.
Just then, a group of young cultivators came in from outside the city. Every one of them looked radiant and spirited, full of high ambition, and they actually formed a clear domain in the middle of the street, drawing passersby to glance sideways one after another.
"Quick, make way. Those are important figures from the Palace of Destiny. Do not bump into them..." an old man by the roadside reminded in a low voice, pulling his