Silence reigned on all sides, and Jiang Wen looked around with some bewilderment.
After emerging from the Sumeru Illusion of the Feather Cloud Clan, he found himself in a place brimming with spiritual energy.
Thinking about what had just happened, Jiang Wen couldn't help but frown.
He had come out of the Sumeru Illusion of the Feather Cloud Clan, but he had not expected the Celestial Emperor of Rewards and Punishments to set a trap, causing endless astral winds to blow from the void.
Jiang Wen resisted with all his might, but was inadvertently caught in it.
When he regained consciousness, he had already arrived at this strange place.
Picking up a sword at random from the ground, Jiang Wen examined the longsword in his hand.
The sword was over three feet long and engraved with verdant mountains and rivers.
The words 'Pure Yang' were inscribed on the hilt, indicating that it was an extraordinary object.
"Where is this place?"
Jiang Wen was also curious as to why he had come here.
He had assumed that he would appear in the underground palace or even in front of the stone gate, but he never expected to appear directly in this unfamiliar place.
Looking around, Jiang Wen was certain that this was the site of an immortal sect.
Walking into a room, he saw an old man sitting cross-legged on a couch.
When he reached out and touched the old man's clothes, the old man's entire body gradually turned to dust and dissipated into the room with the wind that rose from the ground.
Are the immortals' ways of dealing with death so environmentally friendly? Jiang Wen silently withdrew his hand and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
He carried the sword on his back, pushed open the door, and walked outside.
Jiang Wen decided to investigate this immortal sect's ruins.
After all, it was an immortal sect, so there should be something that would be worth a fortune in the mortal world.
However, after searching through the entire treasure hall of the immortal sect, Jiang Wen couldn't even find a bird feather.
For a grand immortal sect, to be so poor that it only had houses left was truly a disgrace to the cultivation world.
After finding some books from the treasure hall, Jiang Wen learned that this immortal sect was called the Pure Yang Palace.
And this place was the Sumeru Realm that he had often heard of.
The dilapidated white jade ground was covered with weeds, and the vast training field had become desolate due to the lack of human habitation for many years.
Dozens of palaces stood on the cliffs, appearing particularly desolate.
"This place is probably abandoned. I can't find any clues. I never thought that an immortal sect would be so poor, without even a single valuable item," Jiang Wen sighed, not holding out any hope.
He didn't know that in the thousands of years of the Pure Yang Palace's decline, everything in the entire palace that could be sold had long been sold off.
If it weren't for being too far away from the mundane world, the white jade ground would probably have been turned over several times.
The fact that the entire sect could leave behind intact buildings was already a great kindness from the ancestors.
With a flash of light, Jiang Wen instantly disappeared into the back hall.
Standing in front of the gate of the front hall and looking at the endless cliffs below, Jiang Wen saw the scenery of the Sumeru Realm.
Compared to the human world, this place could truly be considered a heavenly realm.
This Pure Yang Palace was built on top of a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain, with the mountain-protecting formation maintaining the operation of the entire sect.
Without the special decree of this Pure Yang Palace, it would be difficult to enter the Pure Yang Palace.
Jiang Wen felt that those formations were still running, but because he had appeared too suddenly, the formations had not been able to sense him.
Jiang Wen stood in front of the stone gate of the Pure Yang Palace's front hall and pointed his finger at the large stone gate.
The originally empty stone gate rippled, like water waves, spreading in all directions.
Jiang Wen tidied up his clothes, stepped into the stone gate, and then disappeared into the ripples.
On the other side he saw, there was no churning sea of clouds, only a mountain path with the chirping of birds and the calls of beasts.
Following this small path paved with bluestone down, not far away was a small town, and Jiang Wen walked towards the foot of the mountain.
Not far away, he encountered several mortals.
Mortals existed in the Sumeru Realm, and like those in the mundane world, they were people without spiritual roots who could not cultivate.
The only difference from the mortal world was that these mortals were only protected by the immortal sects of the Sumeru Realm.
From the mouths of these mortals, Jiang Wen learned that the town not far away was called Fangyun Town, which was considered a relatively large town in the surrounding area.
And these mountains were called Fangyun Mountain, which was a mountain range that occupied tens of thousands of miles.
Cultivators often came here to seek adventures.
Being able to go in and pick up a treasure was enough to keep a cultivator from worrying for decades.
As a result, many people who specialized in trading with cultivators had settled in Fangyun Town.
Jiang Wen stepped into Fangyun Town, and he felt a little novel in his heart as he looked at this quaint town.
Compared to the buildings of the Daqian Dynasty, the houses here were more characteristic of the various immortal sects.
He found a restaurant and took out a few ingots of silver.
He learned that silver was not used here and that spirit stones were needed, so he could only barely take out a few spirit stones from his storage bag.
In fact, cultivators of his realm generally did not need to eat mundane food.
However, after experiencing a long period of fighting, he did miss these mundane foods.
Just as he was about to eat, a small hand tugged at his sleeve.
"Brother, I've finally found you."
The speaker looked pitiful, and a look of grievance appeared on her dust-covered face.
She was a little girl who was not even as tall as his waist, and although her face was covered in dust, it was not difficult to see that she was a beautiful little girl.
She was currently pulling on Jiang Wen's sleeve, her eyes fixed on the dishes on Jiang Wen's table.
"Little girl, you can't just say things like that randomly," Jiang Wen sized up the girl, who looked like a beggar.
He was sure that he didn't have any younger sisters in the Sumeru Realm.
Little girl: "…"
Didn't they say that this person was kind and enthusiastic? Could it be that my plan went wrong? The little girl thought, staring at the sword Jiang Wen was carrying on his back.
Jiang Wen had delicate features and a handsome appearance that even the most discerning person couldn't help but like.
Plus, the precious sword of the Pure Yang Palace that he carried on his back gave him an even stronger sense of being a disciple of a righteous immortal sect.
"Pa."
The little girl stood on the chair to make herself look taller.
"Sigh, if you're hungry, just sit down and eat. It won't make much difference with your appetite," Jiang Wen was still kind at heart.
He saw the little girl's movements and thought she was starving.
"Oh," the little girl obediently sat down, and then her cheeks under the dust turned red.
As if realizing something, the little girl stood on the chair again, looking at Jiang Wen with the majesty of a king in her eyes.
"…" Jiang Wen looked at the little girl and thought that if the child didn't eat properly, perhaps he should consider giving her a beating.
"Jiang Wen," the little girl said.
"How do you know my name?"
Jiang Wen looked at the little girl with surprise.
He didn't find the little girl's shadow in his memory.
"I not only know your name, but I also know who your Dao companion is and what you will be like in the future."
The little girl spoke mysteriously.
"Who is my Dao companion?" Jiang Wen looked at the little girl with interest.
He also didn't know who his future Dao companion would be.
"It's me," the little girl said in a crisp voice.
… What kind of development is this?!
Jiang Wen looked at the little girl in a daze, and then he heard her say all sorts of things that Jiang Wen had experienced as if she knew them like the back of her hand.
"Your name is Jiang Wen, and you have a mark on your chest—"
"Wait, something's not right," Jiang Wen looked at the little girl with shock.
He didn't expect that the other party really knew his information.
"Who exactly are you?!"
