The Immortal Path is long and winding, a mere sixty years pass in the blink of an eye.
Within the Original Art Dojo, in a certain fairy pavilion, a young man sat cross-legged within the nine-story structure. Immortal Spirit Qi ebbed and flowed around him, outlining his silhouette that appeared faint and indistinct, exuding an exceptional Taoism.
A few dozen meters away from the young man, a layer of vague Immortal Light shimmered. Within this Immortal Light, the concentration of Immortal Qi was even higher.
The Juxian Array.
Beneath the Juxian Array, Immortal Stones were embedded within the array diagram, radiating a purple fluorescence.
At a certain moment.
The young man opened his eyes, and within those profound eyes, it seemed as if an ever-ancient and indestructible colossal figure sat, the body emitting a terrifying and grand power, so mighty it seemed it could collapse the void itself.
A look of joy crossed the young man's face, "It really works."