Chapter 505: Every Place is a Scenery

The teleportation arrays initiated their transfers in three distinct waves; at this very moment, the primary and earliest contingent, comprised of cultivators from the Jade Void Mountain, the Dark Bell Mansion, and the other three great sacred sects alongside various allied factions, had largely materialized upon the transport platforms of Purple Cloud Mountain.

Following in their wake were the cultivators of the Great Jin Kingdom and the martial artists from the three grand academies.

"Did you mention it to Master An yet?" a few soldiers of the Jiuhua Army whispered among themselves as they trailed the rear; being men of the military, even though they were currently free from duty to witness the activation of the array, their daily regimen of training and guard duty naturally precluded any casual journeys to distant lands.

"Nonsense, of course I did!"

"What are you lot muttering about? So full of secrets?" a nearby Jiuhua Army officer inquired.

The men clamored and jested for a good while before one finally spoke up: "Captain, you wouldn't know? This lad here met an exceptionally lovely little sister in *The Legend*, and even managed to get her Penguin messenger ID. Since we have to remain on duty, we begged Master An to help us just..."

"Steal a quick glance for us...!"

"There are actually little sisters in *The Legend*?" The captain was visibly taken aback.

"Indeed there are! Her voice is incredibly sweet! Only..." The burly soldier scratched his head, "only she's a bit simple-minded, though still quite endearing, hehehe..."

"That's right! We even escorted her to level up a while back, though we've played less frequently of late. Her name was something like Lu Xiaoxian..."

At this, the group grew rather animated; after all, none of them had ever experienced meeting an online acquaintance in the flesh before in their lives.

Though they were not going to see her in person this time, still...

The mere thought of it sent a thrill through them.

Casting their eyes toward the teleportation array, they saw that the formation had already been kindled; spiritual radiance rippled across its surface, and within moments, the cultivators and martial artists of Jiuhua City vanished from sight.

Next to enter were the cultivators and martial artists of the Morning Star Sea.

A mere breath later.

Upon the transport platform of Purple Cloud Mountain, shifting silhouettes materialized out of thin air in great swathes.

Before them stretched a colossal terrace; casting their gazes outward, they beheld green peaks rising beyond green peaks, white clouds drifting gracefully from the mountain valleys, and an overwhelming surge of spiritual qi pressing against them from all sides—a stark contrast to the barren seas they had left behind.

Thus, even without any other points of reference, one could easily deduce that this place was far removed from their original desolate domain.

The vast throng gathered upon the platform of Purple Cloud Mountain, unstinting in their praise for this miraculous formation handed down from antiquity.

The grand cultivators who had arrived earlier were already exchanging pleasantries with the practitioners of Lingzhou, their excitement palpable.

Further back, the younger generation engaged in hushed, lively chatter.

"Young Master Song, how does it feel riding the teleportation array for the first time?" Lin Shao and the other young martial artists asked, their faces flushed with excitement.

"This young master is dizzy!" Song Qingfeng replied, clearly still in a bit of a daze.

Liu Ningyun, Mo Xian, and the rest of the young ladies were also somewhat lightheaded as they stepped down from the array.

"Senior Sister, catch me, oh my, the world is spinning!" Yue Yan nearly collapsed right onto her backside.

"Don't clamor... I am dizzy as well..." Mo Xian grumbled in response.

"I can't go on, I must rest a moment."

"How are you all? Are you alright?" The maidens from the Morning Star Sea and the Great Jin Kingdom had instead mingled quite well, stepping forward to greet them now.

Dong Qingli remarked with curiosity, "We felt perfectly fine when we arrived, how did you all become so dizzy?"

Nalan Hongwu cast a brief glance toward the commotion: "A group of young girls, how can your physical constitutions be so poor?"

"This master feels slightly faint as well..." Master Xichi gently tapped her own forehead.

Ning Bi’s expression darkened subtly.

The process of teleportation was exceedingly swift; to most cultivators, it was but a fleeting instant, rendering it impossible to discern what transpires during the transit.

But she was different.

The laws of the cosmos were among the most profound and esoteric domains of study in this world; the more enigmatic the law, the closer it approached the essence of all things.

Fools might pursue it for a lifetime and grasp only a single hair, while the wise ever sought to glimpse the ultimate truth of the world through it.

Yet the fortunate were born with it, accompanied by its presence from birth.

Possessing demonic lineage, she was naturally endowed with talents ordinary mortals could never hope to attain.

Just a moment ago, she had seemingly caught a vague glimpse of it—space.

In that singular instant, she appeared to perceive countless bizarre pathways hidden deep within the dark void, intricate and tangled; from somewhere within that labyrinth, it felt as though something had looked back.

Involuntarily, a shudder ran through her.

"What is the matter?"

"It is nothing." In her trance-like state, it felt like nothing more than an illusion conjured by the mind when faced with the unknown dark.

Or perhaps, it was merely someone else, passing through this expanse of space at that very same moment?

...

Meanwhile, the transport platform grew increasingly boisterous.

A few old men clustered together: "Nalan, you old scoundrel!"

"Are you... that old immortal Zong!?"

"Hahahahaha! You're the damn immortal one!"

Elsewhere, several youths gathered, conversing in low tones.

"Song Qingfeng?!" Tang Yu exclaimed, pointing at the youth clad in purple martial attire, "It's me, Tang Yu!"

"So it's your elder brother!" Song Qingfeng peered at the fellow who used to follow closely behind him begging for game guides, and noting his attire, remarked in wonder, "You've done quite well for yourself! You look several times handsomer than I imagined."

"Naturally!" Tang Yu beat his chest, "Now that you're in Lingzhou, just let us know if anything comes up. If anyone dares defy you, see if I don't finish them off."

Lin Shao: "This works for me."

Xu Luo: "Brilliant, brother!"

"Let me introduce you... that maiden in white is the great Chuxue."

"And that one over there is the young mistress Sprite."

"What...?" Tang Yu lowered his voice, "The great Chuxue is so young? She looks even younger than my own sister."

"Let us depart!" Xun Yuan announced, "Gentlemen, today I, Xun Yuan, shall play the host. I'll take you to tour Yuanyang City later, and whatever catches your eye shall be on my account."

"Good heavens!"

"Are all of you truly this formidable?"

Xun Yuan spoke with grand arrogance, "On this small patch of land in Lingzhou, I still command a shred of respect."

"666!"

"Impressive!"

Tang Yu inquired, "By the way, where is Haoran?"

As an enthusiast of firearms and mechanics, Tang Yu was most familiar with this artifact craftsman of the younger generation.

"The grand artifact master is naturally with the craftsman coalition; ordinary folk like us who only know how to play games simply cannot compare."

This band of youths raised a great clamor, while the maidens were evidently more elegant, their voices soft and measured, as if terrified of ruining their image before the crowd.

"Xiaoyue, come let big sister give you a hug!"

"Ah, it has been so very long since I last saw you, Xiaoyue!"

"Oh, stop, no hugging! With so many people around, how embarrassing!" Jiang Xiaoyue's face twisted into an expression of sheer distaste. "Let me introduce everyone. These are my friends from the Haotian Academy. This is Xiaoqing, this is Xiaobai... and over here is Xiaolingdang..."

...

"Everyone! Please follow me to the City of Yuanyang!" With the assembly finally complete, a vast, brilliant canopy of sword-light surged into the skies from the peaks of Mount Zixiao. Standing atop the flying swords and gazing down upon the magnificent landscape below, they found a realm far more peerlessly elegant and beautiful than the Desolate Sea. The mountain ranges meandered like dragons and serpents, encircled by emerald waters, as if every corner held a mountain of renown and a river of grace—an exquisite world born of nature's finest spiritual essence, like stepping into a living scroll of painting.

"Wow... so this is Lingzhou?"

"Over there, that is our Tang Family estate!" Tang Yu pointed toward the horizon.

"And over that way, do you see that mountain? Just behind it lies the Haotian Academy!"

"There is also that direction—perhaps I can take you all to see the ruins of the Guyue Sect later?"

"No rush, no rush at all, let us head to the internet cafe first to get seats together."

"We are quite close to the City of Yuanyang from here. Do you see the direction that dharma boat is flying? Follow that path and we will arrive in an instant..."

Under the enthusiastic guidance of the Lingzhou cultivators, the eyes could scarcely take it all in, for it seemed as though every single vista was a scenery to behold.