Fu Shi Religion, Ink Spirit Immortal Pool.
The scenery here was exquisite, with a sweeping view of the surrounding mountains. Above, rosy clouds stretched without end, refreshing the spirits of all living beings.
The immortal pool resembled a piece of obsidian polished by sunlight, its depths unfathomable.
Like a translucent black jade mirror, it reflected the verdant mountains and emerald peaks around it, the rolling and drifting clouds. Occasionally, a few floating clouds swept past, casting wisps of pale white gauze upon the water's surface, only to be swiftly swallowed by the lake, which continued to hold that deep and mysterious blackness.
The pool water was like a stretch of melted night. Though it bore no rippling glimmer, one could sense the rhythm within it, as though the blackness contained the faint breath of life, quietly flowing.
The rocks by the pool were covered in lines and patterns, like natural markings carved by the years, as though they were telling of the origins of these waters, passed down through the ages.
Chen Xun sat alone here, drinking tea and painting. A wooden table stood beside him, and he was thoroughly at ease.
Naturally, not just anyone could come to such a treasured immortal sanctuary. As a place of enlightenment for disciples, one needed to make enormous contributions to the sect before qualifying to cultivate and seek enlightenment here.
However.
Chen Xun held the Fu Tian Religious Position.
He could visit any of the sect's forbidden grounds at will. He needed no qualifications or credentials.
If anyone was dissatisfied, they could go debate the Fu Shi Religion's Supreme Elder. He would explain why.
Yet Chen Xun had still waited until returning from battle before coming to these sect forbidden grounds, allowing disciples from all sides to save face and leaving them