He had originally been heading to the main peak, Cloud Tower.
Yet now, unhurriedly riding his flying sword, he admired the ancient architecture of every race. The Heaven and Earth Dao patterns inscribed upon them lent the buildings a mysterious air, making their profound foundations apparent at a glance.
"How come my own sect has always had the air of an upstart..." Chen Xun narrowed his eyes. He had learned quite a bit more, sighing inwardly. So it was not merely the accumulation of time, but the added touch of these things as well.
Half a day later.
Chen Xun arrived belatedly. Cloud Tower's main peak was vast beyond measure, with no fewer than several hundred thousand disciples from the main lineage. Ever since becoming immortal, that Fu Shi Supreme Elder seemed particularly fond of taking disciples, with over a hundred beneath him.
Yuan Chengsi counted as a first-generation disciple and had entered the sect early. Chen Xun and the others counted as second-generation disciples, and had to address Fu Shi Supreme Elder as Patriarch.
This peak stretched boundlessly, thick and imposing, like a Heaven-Supporting Pillar rising several thousand zhang high. In the early morning, cascades of cloud surged in like waves, yet this sight resembled an eruption of spirit qi, bringing immense benefit to cultivators.
Cloud Tower's main peak was the envy of disciples from the Fu Shi Religion's many branches. If one could comprehend Dao here, advancing a thousand miles in a single day would not be an exaggeration.
True spirits nested upon this peak and guarded the region. Heaven and Earth phenomena had never ceased here; merely setting foot in this place made one feel refreshed and at ease.
On the broad, straight mountain road, disciples of every race came and went. They seemed to be discussing