Daoist Master Shangyuan ascended the long staircase of clouds with unhurried steps. With each footfall, celestial music rang out and conch shells echoed loudly. The cloudmist on both sides transformed into immortals boys and girls. They carried baskets of flowers, scattering white jade petals like snow, trailing mist as they gently descended to the earth.0

Each illusory maiden bore a unique grace that was exquisitely lifelike. Their garments were perfectly coordinated, as if they were living beings. One or two even looked up with curiosity, gazing toward the gathered Purple Mansion Realm cultivators above.0

The white mist spread farther and wider in the sky. Pavilions and towers emerged within it, encircling Daoist Master Shangyuan. Nearby, a few Purple Mansion Realm cultivators watched with puzzled expressions and whispered quietly, “What is this… no sign of water, fire,...0