The vast and boundless Jianyang Prefecture seemed not so vast under the hooves of the land god’s celestial steed.
A clean horse-drawn carriage, employing the art of contracting space, swiftly entered a small path that led toward the distant, uninhabited, verdant green mountains.
Baiyun Cave’s position occupying the prized immortal land at the center of the Three Prefectures was itself a mark of noble status.
What granted them this status was the founding ancestor who had reached the rank of Seventh Grade Official in the celestial court.
Seventh Grade might sound modest, but in reality, it was equivalent to a local lord, fundamentally different from the land gods or local earth immortals.
Immortal officials of this rank usually held some real power or could mobilize the spiritual energy of an entire region, unlike land gods who merely assisted imperial officers in governing the local populace.
When they proved themselves capable, they naturally formed all manner of connections, increasing their influence – something unquestioned in this world.
In simple terms: not ones you want to mess with.
If you truly offended the Baiyun Ancestor, the trouble that followed might be no less than that caused by Qingmei Ancestor, a rather idle Taiyi immortal.
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