"If there truly was a Heavenly Capital that fell, then it must have been a replica crafted by later generations as a monument to memory," Fang Zaiji said.

Li Fan nodded along on the surface, but privately, he held a different opinion entirely.

Fang Zaiji had insisted, time and again, that the shadowy figure within the Heavenly Capital brimmed with profundity and mystery and was undoubtedly a True Immortal. But the whole affair had reeked of strangeness from the very beginning.

Many years after the Immortal Path was severed, a True Immortal had happened to pass through the Xuanhuang World. And faced with cultivators who were no more than ants to him, this being had actively chosen to preach and impart the Dao.

How many cultivators, passing by a mortal city, would kindly descend and...