Yellow Court Daoist

The Five Directions Realm faced disaster for the one hundred and seventy thousandth year.

Lu Qingfeng returned to the Five Directions Realm in his twenty-seven thousand three hundredth year.

The pervasive, thick blood light that had enveloped inside and outside the Five Directions Realm finally dissipated.

On this day.

Above the azure sky, the continuous sprawling Immortal abodes exuded bursts of Immortal Light and precious energy.

Among them, over one Immortal Mansion, a bubble-like crystal barrier suddenly transformed into cloud light that flowed and rose slowly, revealing the complete shape of the Immortal Mansion. Following that, crystal barriers of the abodes on its left and right, each from behind the peaks and cliffs, transformed into five-colored cloud light ascending.

At the center, they slowly shrank, converging into a cloud of about a zhang in size, stopping in the middle.

Above the colorful clouds, the Immortal Mansion materialized.

This mansion, about thirty-six zhang high and spanning over a hundred acres, had platforms and walkways on all sides, about three zhang and six chi off the ground. The platform at the front was especially expansive, with a large stone cauldron at each of the four corners, surrounded by intricately carved railings, flanked by thirty-six steps on either side.

A great hall stood erect, the words "Five Directions Immortal Mansion" engraved at the top in four ancient seal script characters, covering about ten acres.

Within was a throne, and to its sides were nine seats arranged on each side, with many more seats going down. The hall was seamless, without beams or pillars, resembling a whole piece of beautiful jade, carved out by divine craftsmanship, majestic and supremely solemn.

Clouds vibrated, and Immortal music resounded.

At first, the Immortal Mansion above was devoid of any person.

But as the clouds gathered.

Above the throne, an exceptionally handsome young man, about fourteen or fifteen, appeared. The youth was adorned in Daoist attire, his hair coiffed into a Daoist topknot, a green bamboo hairpin resting across it.

Appearing even more enchanting.

And even more august.

At his sides, seven people took their seats among the nine, four men and three women, each showcasing their grace.

Moving down.

Eighteen cultivators with their eyes shimmering with Immortal Light, their dignified auras, took their seats in an orderly fashion.

Behind them, cultivators holding swords and jades stood with reverence, each looking composed and filled with a profound Divine Soul, clearly all top figures who had cultivated their Primordial Spirits.

They were either in the Unification Realm or the Soul Emergence Realm.

Such individuals, in the mortal realm, could be called Ancestor Masters, colloquially known as 'old monster,' but standing in this hall, there were no different than servants and maids, with solemn expressions and not daring to slacken in the slightest.

The hall was silent.

When the handsome youth appeared, the seven at the top bowed towards the throne and said in unison, "Teacher."

The eighteen below stood up immediately, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Ancestor Master."

On the sides.

Hundreds of cultivators, their expressions stirring, also hurriedly bowed toward the uppermost throne and exclaimed, "May our Ancestor Master's Immortal blessing last forever, life as eternal as the heavens!"

Lu Qingfeng, clad in green, holding a green bamboo staff, swept his gaze over, acknowledging the seven senior disciples to his left and right, followed by the eighteen newly-promoted True Immortals below.

With a wave of his wide sleeve, he signaled for everyone to rise and take their seats.

He then raised his eyes toward the void beyond.

Without uttering a word.

By Lu Qingfeng's side, Qin Wei, Jiang Yunxi, and other disciples began to operate with clear minds, evidently aware of why their teacher had summoned them today.

Meanwhile, the eighteen newly-promoted True Immortals exchanged glances, unsure why their rarely-seen Ancestor Master had called together all the top figures of the Immortal Alliance.

Such an assembly.

Was rare since the founding of the Immortal Alliance more than twenty thousand years ago.

The remaining Primordial Spirit Practitioners were also wondering. Seeing such a grand scene, they were unavoidably moved.

Silence.

After a while.

Lu Qingfeng's eyes brightened, and he abruptly rose to his feet. Everyone's expressions jolted, instinctively looking towards the sky.

There, golden light shone in the sky, and colorful clouds rapidly approached.

Faintly, the ringing of gongs and drums could be heard, and the Immortal music played in waves.

Before they could get a clear view, they heard the Ancestor Master laughing loudly, "Follow me to welcome the Nine Heavens Immortal Envoy."

With that said.

Lu Qingfeng, holding the green bamboo staff, strode meteorically out of the treasure hall. Qin Wei, Jiang Yunxi, Zhang Jingshan, and others hurriedly followed.

"Nine Heavens Immortal Envoy?"

The eighteen True Immortals stirred and hurried after him.

Hundreds of Primordial Spirit Practitioners, all handsome men and beautiful women each carrying Immortal music instruments and holding incense burners and flowers, formed two lines, walking solemnly out of the hall, arranged on either side of the exterior.

Lu Qingfeng stood still, looking up to see the colorful clouds drifting from the west, and promptly greeted, his hands clasped, "This humble Daoist, Qingjing, the Alliance Hierarch of the Five Directions Immortal Alliance, along with the alliance's cultivators, welcomes the Immortal Court Envoy."

"Welcome the Immortal Envoy!"

The disciples and cultivators behind also shouted in unison.

The sound was magnificent.

For a while, the scene was singularly beautiful, the Immortal music melodious, as if they had arrived at the Doulu Immortal Palace, the resplendent treasure hall. All Immortals celebrated with ritual, their chants resonant, truly grand.

Upon that auspicious cloud.

An Immortal Official clad in feathered garb with a starry crown stood at the forefront, holding a decree. Behind him, two youths, one holding a sword, the other holding a seal, stood to the sides.

Seeing the assembly below, the Immortal Official's face already bore a smile, which grew even broader now. He stepped off the auspicious cloud, extending a hand in a gesture to prevent Lu Qingfeng from kneeling too deeply, his voice ringing clearly, "Please spare me of such grand formalities, Alliance Hierarch Qingjing."

This person had come from the Nine Heavens, yet his attitude was not arrogant; instead, he showed much respect toward Lu Qingfeng.

Those watching from behind were astonished.

But besides Qin Wei and the other seven senior disciples, the others did not know how their Alliance Hierarch had become acquainted with the Heavenly Immortals.

The Immortal Envoy spoke.

Lu Qingfeng smoothly stood up, scrutinizing the Immortal Official. He saw a restrained aura and a lingering Immortal Light, radiating endless mystery - obviously one who had long since attained the Earth Immortal Dao Fruit, a true Immortal lineage.

A being of longevity, far from mortal.

"An Earth Immortal."

A thought sparked in Lu Qingfeng's mind.

As Lu Qingfeng appraised, the Immortal Official, without a change in expression, also paid close attention. His gaze lingered on Lu Qingfeng, who was transparent about his own cultivation level, and the Immortal Official saw through to the "True Immortal?" "Really just a True Immortal?"

A wave of shock stirred within him.