Time flew by, and a thousand years passed.
The streets of Crimson Garden Marketplace were bustling with crowds and flowing traffic.
In a sprawling manor, a plaque displayed the three large characters: "Red Bamboo Garden."
In a green stone pavilion, over a dozen True Immortal cultivators gathered; Shen Long and Chu Buyu were among them.
They had stayed in Crimson Garden Marketplace for more than a millennium and formed numerous alliances with True Immortal cultivators.
"Fellow Taoists, the Hengshan Conference is about to begin. Are any of you interested in attending?"
A voluptuous woman in a golden dress spoke.
Li Xin, late-stage True Immortal, of Tianyun Sect.
"Of course, we must attend. The Hengshan Sect holds the Hengshan Conference only once every million years. How could we miss it?"
Shen Long said with a smile.
