Seventy-two Transformations
As the incantations were being chanted, a strange phenomenon occurred in the skies.
Spiritual qi of heaven and earth gathered as clouds began their descend from above. The Heavenly Imperial Palace appeared in mid-air with celestial maidens dancing on it.
Seeing such an exchange between mortals and celestials, one couldn't help but immerse themselves in fascination.
Despite the audience, the inheritor of the art was but a mere monkey.
Witnessing this, others couldn't help but feel envy and hatred, but none dared to let even the slightest hint of annoyance slip through their expression.
At that moment, the master and disciple took their roles; one chanting while the other listened. It was unclear if this was intentional or not, and no one took notice of such menial detail.