The immortals in the great hall wore subtle expressions.
They nodded and smiled, their looks laden with meaning.
Three days later.
Fellow Daoist Shang Zhan walked out of the Myriad Mountains in a daze. He had not even gotten a clear look at their true splendor, and the so-called Heavenly Wheel Sect cultivators of the innate Dao lineage had scarcely been mentioned.
He suddenly looked back. The Immortal Mountain resembled a dragon, its ranges stretching across the azure heaven.
Shang Zhan sighed. Just as when he first arrived, he could see only its outline, not the myriad wonders within.
He rose into the sky and soon left.
Shang Zhan had never harbored designs on the Myriad Mountains. His only wish had been to borrow a Dao vein for his clan's prodigies to cultivate with, yet a mere three days of conversation had sent his heart sinking to rock bottom.
The Nine Provinces Sky Ridge.
When he returned to the Ancestral Land, dozens of True Immortals from the Shangxu Clan gathered around him, their faces filled with anticipation and excitement.
Their Fellow Daoist had been away for thousands of years and returned safely. Whatever the outcome, he must have gained a great deal.
The old woman Shang Yun's eyes gleamed faintly. She believed in the limitless future potential of their clan's Shang Ye, and she likewise trusted the foresight of the Celestial Wheel Immortal Sect, an equally ancient Dao lineage!
Shang Zhan looked around, his words catching on his lips.
"Fellow Daoist!"
"Fellow Daoist, how did it go?"
"Fellow Daoist, were you able to establish ties with the Celestial Wheel Immortal Sect?"
For a moment, immortal words spread through the air. Every True Immortal's eyes shone brightly, though a trace of gloom lingered in their depths. Judging by their Fellow