The steam from the hot pot curled between the two of them. Li Muyang's gaze drifted through the rising white mist, as if he had been transported back to that brilliant and resplendent Immortal Realm.
"The Immortal Realm is magnificent," the old man took a gentle sip of tea, causing ripples to spread across the liquid in his cup and miraculously conjure a phantom image of the Immortal Realm. "In the Thirty-Six Heavens, every single tier is breathtakingly beautiful. The lotuses in the Jade Pool never wither year-round, with every petal inscribed with the Three Thousand Great Daos. The fruits in the Peaches of Immortality orchard are as translucent as glazed glass; take a single bite, and you can glimpse past and future lives.
Above the sea of clouds, nine-clawed golden dragons and seven-colored phoenixes chase the sun's wheel, and wherever their scales and feathers brush, even the void sprouts spiritual flowers. Immortals angle over the starry river, the ends of their fishing lines tethered to glowing stellar cores; celestial maidens sweep their wide sleeves, shaking down dew drops that turn into a sky full of sweet rain, watering the parched riverbeds of the lower realms."
Chapter 88