Though the night was deep and heavy, the Purple Smoke Blessed Land was bathed in brilliant light.0

Strands of purple qi coiled and rose like silken threads, filling the air with ethereal immortality. It surged and receded like the tides, while rows of peaks emerged one after another from the thick purple clouds. Pillars of dharma light shot straight into the heavens, illuminating the land with radiant brilliance.0

At the very center, exquisitely beautiful pavilions and towers floated above the purple qi. A Daoist Master in a white robe traced with golden patterns glided forward on a beam of light, followed by a younger man with the bearing of a refined scholar. The purple qi parted around them, revealing a long and crystalline staircase of purple jade.0

Disciples of the Purple Smoke Gate, even those who did not recognize the Daoist Master, bowed low as he passed and did not rise until he had gone far ahead. The sight made Li Ximing nod inwardly, thinking, The Purple Smoke Gate truly lives...0