The Immortal Realm, ethereal and wreathed in immortal mist, was filled with majestic, towering floating islands. Inside the same massive palace, five elders—men and women—sat around a circular table. The pills they consumed and the desserts they enjoyed were things that practitioners in the Mortal Realm could barely even fathom.
"The heavenly tribulation is only a few days away, and the other islands will be returning soon," said one.
"This should be a joyous occasion for us. After all, it is only through the collections gathered by these islands that our Immortal Realm can remain so prosperous."
Chapter 438