Chapter Fifty Five - Refined
-in other tomes of this series.
The [Trial] component is not as mystifying as idle gossip would have one believe. Only born of a nature of rarity, and circumstance.
Abundant resources, differing [Law of Origin], the availability of [Season], Qi density. But a few of the factors that contribute to the necessity of [Mystic Realm] maintenance.
Naturally, the control of a [Paifang[ is occluded by many of its own factors. Geographical location, political connection, [Heavenly Restriction]. As with all things below the Heavens, an extensive list prevails.
It is in the new that we discover that the practice of completion is still undertaken.
The oftentime uncommon sight where new [Paifang] will sprout, availing fresh lands for the citizens of the Empire to explore, and to be placed under great contest for ownership.
A wonder, yes, though one to be tempered with the realisation that another gateway in distant reaches, and darkened corners is now sealed.
Completed, with its gifts dispensed.
By the grace of our benefactor, the venerable [Cherry River Spear], we have compiled myriad speculations on the motivations behind such in the addendums.
Yet it is best trawled at the reader’s discretion, and must be noted that no offence to the righteous Sects that hold possession of the myriad [Paifang] is intended.
- “Beyond the Paifang, a collective work,” by the Quill House of [Cherry River Spear]
Myriad robes swayed in the rushing crowd ahead. Cultivators and their Bonds, a-glow, or simply richened by the exotic hues of fabric that clad them. In no way lessened by the [Paifang’s] sheen.
A screen of warbling Qi set amidst antiquated pillars, all in tones of pale blue.
The same tint evident in Fu’s mark ahead.
No voice bellowed across this well trafficked plaza of the Four Corners Prefecture to calm the potential stampede. Propriety held all in check, an expectation set that gave the slacking Warrior’s Association cultivators room to breath- and through this, room to feign some semblance of control.
Fu held his eyes on the man ahead, a Hong of little description. With a crowd of seventy at his shoulders, fore and rear, he thought himself well obscured. Yet diligence was key, and the Clouded Court Squads gave few names that would be surprised to find themselves under scrutiny.
As such, he slowed, and passed himself two bodies sidewards. Entering the [Paifang].
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