My Informative Cultivation Life

The man in the purple robe led the way, with Yang Ji and his two hundred and eighty-three companions following closely behind.

Passing through clouds and fog, the world changed rapidly, and in just a few dozen breaths' time, the group had already flown hundreds of miles forward.

It was in the next moment that the man in the purple robe suddenly stopped ahead and said indifferently, "Ahead lies our Wuji Dao Sect!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately brushed aside the clouds and fog before their eyes to look ahead.

The scene that met their eyes greatly shocked everyone.

In the heavens, Immortal Palaces nestled densely, innumerable floating peaks shimmered, golden rays stretched myriad paths alongside blazing rainbows, and auspicious qi in thousands of strands spewed violet mist—a splendid celestial realm aloft.

On the earth, Immortal Mountains stretched endlessly, with treasures scattered all around, the perennially unwithering Immortal Spirit Flower, the eternally verdant Divine Ascension Herb—a veritable earthly paradise.

Above and below, spiritual energy lingered densely, like smoke flitting thickly, dispersing like light rain.

Banks of clouds formed here and tendrils of mist there, sinking and floating in the heavens, drifting between mountains, with Spiritual Beasts hidden within, galloping hooves thundering through the forest, cranes calling, and phoenixes singing.

Waterfalls cascaded down from floating peaks in the sky, roaring like jade dragons, involuntarily bringing to mind the majestic scene of "waterfall plummeting down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way was descending from the Nine Heavens."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, lifting the lower part of the waterfall high into the air, breaking it into tiny jade beads that sprayed in all directions, under the sunlight forming rainbows after rainbows, stretching across the sky, dazzling to the onlookers.

Jade beads plummeted down the cliffside, nectar splashed, and as the jade shattered, the resulting spray formed vast mists as though made of trailing wisps of white smoke and thin clouds, brushing through the forest following the rain and floating across the paths amidst lingering mist.

Floating peaks and Immortal Mountains were enveloped in auspicious haze and violet qi, with rainbows hung across them, and spiritual energy like mist—all interwoven into a perfect image of the paradise of immortals.

A paradise stretching tens of thousands of miles without end.

At a glance, Yang Ji's heart and mind were shocked by the celestial spectacle before him, until the call of a crane snapped him back to reality.

Upon reflection, he broke out in a cold sweat, the boundless Dao contained within the spectacle had almost disturbed his spirit.

The scenery lured one in, overwhelming their mind.

Yang Ji, a man sworn to become an immortal—how could his spirit be overwhelmed by the Dao, to be trapped in confusion?

The Thousand-Islands Sea Area was the world of Huo Yuan, but the Wuji Dao Sect was not the end for Yang Ji; his steps would not halt here.

One day, he would stand at the Immortal Palace, watching flowers bloom and wither at the mountain's base, observing clouds gather and disperse in the sky.

The Dao Sect was merely the starting point; the Immortal Realm was his destination.

In his heart, Yang Ji made a grand vow, a vow reaching higher than the heavens, his will to become immortal reinforcing his spirit, naturally bringing forth an imposing aura, ensuring that he would not be shaken by the grandeur of the mere Dao Sect.

Indeed, the grandeur of one's heart defines the expansiveness of their world, and at this moment, Yang Ji's ambitions and pride burst forth.

As long as he held to this grand vow in his heart and strove unremittingly towards it, his heart would grow ever stronger.

Yang Ji's spirit surged like a rainbow, he took a step forward, fire blazed in his eyes, and his belief was resolute.

At that moment, the intimidating essence of the Dao vanished out of sight, leaving only the sight of the celestial paradise before him.

As he quietly appreciated the beautiful scenery before him,

suddenly, the girl dressed in a strong suit beside him gave a jolt and broke free from the bindings of the Dao as well.

But before she could rejoice, she saw Yang Ji flash her a grin and asked, "You awake?"

?

How could this guy possibly...?

At this moment, the girl in the strong suit was full of astonishment, inwardly exclaiming that it was impossible.

"How could this pampered 'delicate' child of the Sect wake up before I did? Could his will and temperament really be stronger than mine?"

"How is it possible for someone who needs to be reminded and escorted at every turn to break free from the shackles of the Dao before me?"

The girl found it difficult to accept this fact, her pretty brows now furrowing slightly as she looked at Yang Ji up and down with astonishment, wanting to see right through him.

Yang Ji was well aware of what she was thinking, and the width of his smile increased, his cheerful expression growing even more intense.

The girl in the strong suit frowned in discontent, retracting her gaze.

"Steward Wang, how is the aptitude of this batch?" At that moment, another person dressed in a purple robe flew towards them—a man of handsome appearance and graceful demeanor, possessing the refined style of a great Sect.

"What else can it be? You've seen it." The man in the purple robe glanced at Yang Ji and the girl in the strong suit, who were the first to regain their senses, admiration evident in his eyes.

However, upon noticing that the others were still lost, the man in the purple robe shook his head and let out a low roar that shook their souls, "Wake up now!"

"Hmm?"

The group's bodies shivered quietly, and they finally came to their senses sharply, with fine sweat covering their foreheads, obviously quite shaken by the essence of the Dao.

"This is Steward Qin; you can call him Brother Qin. He will take you to where you'll stay," the man in the purple robe turned to speak to the group.

"Brother Qin!" Everyone shouted in unison.

"Alright, follow me," Steward Qin nodded to the man in the purple robe and then led Yang Ji and the others towards the Immortal Mountains below.

"Brother Qin, who resides in those Immortal Palaces in the sky?" someone curiously asked along the way, seeing Divine Rainbows constantly traveling in and out of the Immortal Palaces in the sky.

"Those are the dwelling places for True Disciples. This Heavenly Domain outside is called the Everlasting Sky Domain, encompassing an area of eight hundred miles around. All the Immortal Palaces and floating peaks within are the territory of the Everlasting True Inheritance," Steward Qin explained.

"What? All the Immortal Palaces and floating peaks in this eight-hundred-mile Heavenly Domain belong to the Everlasting True Inheritance?" The crowds couldn't help but express their surprise. Were the unending Immortal Palaces and floating peaks in sight all belonging to one person, and he was merely a True Disciple?

Seeming to perceive their thoughts, Steward Qin smiled and said,