It was a bustling scene in the wide roads of Rainbow Spirit Mountain. It was the peak of activity atop the powerful mountain that was under the control of the Time Immemorial Sect.
Under their watchful gaze, not a single being went out of line as they oversaw one of the richest Mountains in the World of Cultivation.
Near the bottom of Rainbow Spirit Mountain was an area full of colorful lights as all sorts of portals were spread out cleanly in a circular formation. These portals allowed for the transfer of beings from the subordinate worlds that the World of Cultivation had their reach in, as well as other powerful worlds they were on friendly terms with.
Beings of all sorts of species came and went from this Transfer Zone as they spread out all over the Rainbow Spirit Mountain to conduct their business. Cultivators dressed in a variety of colorful robes from differing sects were strolling through in a grandiose manner as the elemental particles in the air followed them happily.
Disciples of various sects were moving in groups and cheerfully discussing current events, while other more powerful beings considered to be Formation Masters and Pill Masters had extravagant buildings where they conducted their business.
Along with the cultivators, Magi with powerful runes surrounding them were occupying some of the smaller shops near the bottom of the mountain selling their alchemical creations and weapons that were unique to the Magus World. These were the ruthless beings from the Magus World known for their powerful magic and unique creations as they strived to find the truth of the universe.
In a particular portal that let out a reddish hue, creatures of the night that were rarely seen in other worlds were constantly transferring in and out of the gateway to either sell or buy their own products. Their bodies were renowned for their extensive strength, making them horrible enemies to fight in close quarters. These were the beings of immense strength that drew their power from powerful Bloodlines, the beings from the Underworld.
A variety of species ranging from powerful Lycans with robust bodies of humanoid wolves to the race of the masters of blood that was the Vampyres, all were moving peacefully among other beings in the Rainbow Spirit Mountain.
This was just one of the locations in the World of Cultivation that held a hub of diversity and collection of strong beings trading and sharing information with one another. Different sources of strengths were discussed as every single being tried to become increasingly stronger through any means possible, while unknown things still continued to occur in the dark.
All of this was made possible by the power that the many Sects of the World of Cultivation carried. There had been very few incidences as nobody dared to cause issues with powerful beings that held a level of control over universal laws.
In the Rainbow Spirit Mountain, there were many paths snaking upwards with Shops, Inns, Pill Pavilions, Jadesmiths, and many more spectacular services built throughout.
The higher up the mountain one went, the more exotic and expensive the services would become. One would even be able to set their eyes on a Supreme Weapon whenever the extravagant auctions held by the Time Immemorial Sect appeared.
Everything sold in this mountain was under the scrutiny of this sect, with taxes being imposed on everything. This allowed for extreme wealth and power to be condensed in the hands of any Sect that held control of a Mountain similar to the Rainbow Spirit Mountain.
This made the Time Immemorial Sect a hegemony over the areas surrounding the mountains
Near the bottom of the Rainbow Spirit Mountain was a small stall that could barely be considered a legible place of business. An old man wearing ragged robes with soot covering half of his face was holding a cane and standing beside this stall selling his wares. His eyes seemed grey and cloudy as a hoarse voice periodically came out of his scratchy throat to advertise the things he was selling.
Many beings continued to pass by this dilapidated stall without sparing a glance as time passed.
"Oh, Senior Brother Carl, isn't that the Martial Uncle of the scheming disciple you put in place not too long ago? He's apparently selling a Legacy Treasure that was passed down through his family."
Not too far from the stall, a group of Cultivators wearing wine-colored robes were passing by and chatting happily. The group was surrounding a certain Senior Brother and pampering him up in any way possible as one of them made a mistake and pointed out the dilapidated stall at the bottom of the mountain.
The disciple who had spoken out felt mocking gazes land on him as the mood turned sour, their Senior Brother's face losing its smile and turning towards the stall. His face turned sour as he shook his head mockingly and went towards the stall.
"Old man, why are you still on this mountain? After your daughter's schemes of betrayal were found out by me and she was punished accordingly, I thought you would have run off to some backwards country by now."
The tone of Senior Brother Carl was confident and proud as he spoke disrespectful words to someone more powerful than him without regard.
The eyes of the old man shined a tinge of red at the mention of his daughter, as an oppressive aura at the TRANSCENDENT level erupted out from him. Senior Disciple Brother Carl sneered at this as he threw his head back and laughed lightly.
"If you so much as touch me, you know that you and your daughter will lose your lives. So why don't you pack up these fake treasures and stop souring the mood of this Rainbow Spirit Mountain?"
The words acted like a reminder as the aura of the old man deflated and his eyes became cloudy again, pulling back to his little stall and calling out once more with his hoarse voice to advertise his wears.
"A powerful Legacy Treasure, Cloudsprite weapons and armor, a Runic Armament…"
After being ignored, the expression on Senior Brother Carl turned sour as he was about to continue berating the old man when two figures began approaching the dilapidated stall.
It was a dark-haired man that was still in his 20s with a sharp jaw and robust body that could not be hidden beneath the simple blue robes he wore. He was followed by a young woman with a vivacious figure wearing a similar blue robe as she was looking at everything with a fiery gaze.
The dark-haired man went towards the dilapidated stall where the old man was as his eyes bore carefully at the many items being sold. His eyes shined a sharp light that nobody caught as he turned towards the man and said with a light smile.
"I would love to take a look at some of your items, Martial Uncle."
The words were confident and strong, making the aged old man surprised while making the mood of Senior Brother Carl sourer. The blatant disregard for his high standing as this newcomer just passed by him to talk to the person he was berating made his face hot as he thought he could feel the gazes of the disciples he brought with him boring into his back. Senior Brother Carl puffed up his chest as he made his voice deeper and shouted out.
"You dare?!"