The jade towers gleamed with jewels, while golden halls locked away the mist and rosy clouds.
Looking into the distance, layer upon layer of palace halls had been built along the mountainside. Spiritual energy coiled among them like silver ribbons, circling without dispersing. Immortal birds played in the mountain streams, while spirit deer could be seen carrying lingzhi in the forest—a scene of natural harmony and peace.
Between the pavilions and towers, disciples of the Jade Void Palace traveled in groups. Their steps were unhurried, and pure qi flowed between their brows, fully displaying the otherworldly bearing of a Daluo Immortal Sect.
"What a wondrous realm of immortals."
Shen Yun gave a slight nod, his gaze cast toward the Mountain Gate ahead—
There, a pair of stone couplets stood on either side, bearing the inscriptions:
The jade realm is free of dust; beyond the railing, cloud waves behold the tribulations of the world;
In the empty chamber, whiteness is born; within the pot, the sun and moon dwell with immortals.
The brushwork moved like dragons and snakes, the ink's charm flowing with it. It exuded a profound artistic conception that pointed straight toward immortality, making people unconsciously focus and quietly contemplate, almost forgetting the mortal world.
After a moment, Immortal Elder Yunhe spoke slowly. "Let's go. We mustn't keep the First Elder waiting."
With that, he took the lead and began walking, guiding the way ahead.
Shen Yun turned back to look at the Evil Dragon King and instructed, "Wait here quietly. I'll return shortly."
"I shall obey your command, my lord."
The Evil Dragon King replied respectfully, then rested for the time being at a nearby pavilion under the arrangements of several disciples.
Shen Yun withdrew his gaze and walked forward with the others.
After passing through several