One morning, the old man acquired a sizable quantity of high-quality Lingzhi Mushrooms. Selling them could already fetch a hefty sum of money.
He felt tired and sat down under a camphor tree to rest.
As he rested, the old man unknowingly leaned against the tree and fell asleep.
He began to dream, seeing himself ascend to the Cloud Heaven. In his dream, he strolled among the cloud peaks, and above these peaks, there was a Holy Hall, shimmering with silver light, majestic and solemn.
He slowly entered and saw row upon row of grand statues emitting a divine and authoritative aura, each seeming not inferior to the gods worshipped in earthly temples.
Moving forward, the old man finally came to a long jade table. Seated upright at the table was a person who was clearly the Dream Hall of Immortal Palace's master, much to the old man's surprise. This person was the young Immortal who had been with him for the Spirit Gathering.
