The two of them followed True One Yun Lai into the Vast Immortal Sect. The moment they stepped inside, Lu Changsheng was greeted by a scene that felt nothing short of an immortal realm. 

Magnificent structures soared through the sky, and the faint melodies of the Immortal Dao echoed gently through the surroundings. Sword-riding cultivators swept through the air in graceful arcs, and countless Dao Lords, each exuding the air of sages, could be seen scattered across mountain peaks and canyon streams, contemplating the Immortal Dao, practicing their spells, exhaling clouds and mist with an ease that spoke of total freedom.

Lu Changsheng had dealt with immortal cultivators of all kinds before: Immortal Masters, Dao Lords, and more. But this was the first time he had ever laid eyes on anything that looked like a true immortal realm. It was almost like only these cultivators truly had the right to claim that they belonged to the Immortal Dao. 

"The Vast Immortal Sect really...