There were auspicious clouds in the sky and colorful lights on the ground.
The immortal fog he saw nourished all living beings.
Immortals were everywhere, passing by with smiles on their faces.
Immortal beasts were calm and peaceful, and lotus flowers bloomed wherever they walked.
The entire Immortal Palace was boundless, with grand and magnificent halls.
Nearby, immortal flowers and plants filled the air with fragrant aromas.
In the distance, immortal pavilions and towers stood tall, and the solemn toll of bells echoed.
Witnessing all of this, and sensing it fully, there was a fleeting moment when Xu Qing felt as though he were in a dream, with a sense of timelessness arising within him, as if he could no longer distinguish today from any other day.
As he walked through this dreamlike immortal realm, absorbing the immortal energy around him, relying on his sight, smell, and hearing, he gradually became one with the place.
