Tang Xian'er gazed intently and saw that the group of meteors did not rise from the eastern Sichuan Basin but from the mighty and cloud-piercing Kunlun Peaks to the west. At first glance, there were hundreds, if not thousands, pulling forth bright clouds from the horizon, splitting into two, then four, then eight, instantaneously forming eight columns. It was akin to an unfolding divination, surrounding the mountain city gate from all directions.
Getting closer, it was clearly visible that these figures rode the light, dressed in either green robes or blue gowns, mostly in Taoist attire, clad in tattered ancient armor, holding ancient eight-sided swords. Dust-covered and weary, they resembled a group of beggars who had just robbed a grand tomb of the Immortal Palace, emerging from the earth.
