On the summit of Qingming Peak, outside the Star-Picking Pavilion, the gale cuts like a blade.
The sect leader, Xuan Weizi, stands with his hands behind his back on the Cloud-Watching Terrace. His moon-white Daoist robe is immaculate, its cuffs embroidered with intricate, swirling cloud-script patterns in dark gold thread. The patterns pulse faintly as if alive, drawing in the unseen spiritual essence of the vast sea of clouds below.
His features are lean and refined, his long beard floating in the breeze. He looks like an immortal from a painting. Yet deep in his eyes, which reflect drifting clouds and stars, lies a light more unfathomable than the abyss beneath his feet.
Inside the pavilion, several elders in high-ranking talisman-master robes stand solemnly with their hands at their sides, not daring to breathe too loudly. The air is filled with the scent of thousand-year-old sandalwood and an invisible pressure that weighs heavily on the heart.
“The Seven Stars have aligned, and the portent has taken shape. The time for the ‘Heavenly Net’ to take its place is only sixty years away.”
Xuan Weizi's voice is not loud, yet it cuts clearly through the gale and reaches every ear, carrying an inscrutable authority. “But to marshal the whole sect and lay this ancient grand formation to seal the Underworld Rift, we need a vessel with an extraordinary destiny and a perfectly pure talisman heart.”
His gaze sweeps slowly across the gathering, measuring them like a cold jade ruler. At last, it settles on an elder to the left, clad in an indigo robe patterned with stars and radiating the greatest presence of all: the True Person Lieyang, who proposed stripping Li Xingyun of his dual cultivation rights.
Worth watching, emotionally delicate.
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