Chapter 76: The Blessed Land Opens
Smoke-Wave Lake.
“The surface of the lake was jade-green and limpid, vast and shrouded in mist, with clouds rising like steam and rosy clouds glowing.”
Along the lakeshore gathered groups of two or three cultivators, all Loose Cultivators who had heard the great name of Smoke-Wave Blessed Land and had come to try their luck.
Occasionally, a few Dao Foundation cultivators appeared, yet they did not remain with these Qi Ingestion Loose Cultivators. Instead, each manifested the marvels of their Dao Foundation—some gathered cloud palaces, calling friends and drinking through the night; others rode strange beasts, every bit like immortals among men.
Yet none of these cultivators noticed that high above in the distant sky, several Purple Palace cultivators were coldly observing everything below.
"Brother Teng...look at these lower cultivators. Are they not laughable?"
With three long strands of beard and clad in a crimson robe, Lord of Pushan of the Pu Family cast a glance at the many cultivators below. "When we observe them, it is like children watching an ant nest..."
Another was clearly a Purple Palace cultivator from the Black Moth Sect. Countless black insects still writhed across his face, obscuring his features.
Impatience flickered in his eyes. "The Blessed Land has arrived. Why has the destined one not yet come?"