The blazing sun hung high, illuminating the space above the pyramid.
The reflection of the pyramid formed a marvellous pattern.
At the top of the pyramid, there seemed to be a figure. Upon closer inspection, it indeed was a person.
This person sat cross-legged in the void, hands forming seals, seemingly holding something.
In white clothing fluttering, golden light converging at the crown.
The entire figure appeared to be radiant.
Beneath the pyramid, Li Changsheng and Geng Wu gazed at all this, feeling an indescribable sense of wonder.
After years of cultivation, the scenes of a True Immortal's practice were ever more mystical, and although cultivators seemed similar to ordinary people, there was a notable difference in temperament.
They were as elegant as cranes, just as the saying goes: "One who has trained till their physique resembles that of a crane's, beneath the pine trees rest two cases of scriptures."
