The Imperial Immortal Palace was glorious and breathtaking. It was shrouded in a layer of prosperous aura as though it was the origin of all things auspicious. It was a holy land that many people looked up to.

Seated in a luxurious carriage pulled by four demonic beasts, Xiang Shaoyun passed through a long passageway with a brown path and red walls to reach the palace's inner court. When the sight of a paradise-like garden greeted him, his mood improved significantly. He muttered, "They truly know how to enjoy themselves."

Over the years, he had focused on increasing his strength. As for the Ziling Sect's development, he had let his subordinates handle it. He had thought that the...