The sky was clear and the sun shone through the morning mist, casting light into the forest.
Qi Wu, the Mountain God, was strolling through the woods.
Suddenly, an Immortal with the body of a man and the face of an eagle descended from above: "Qi Wu God, why are you still here?"
He grabbed Qi Wu's hand and said, "Today, the Heavenly Palace is holding a self-nomination meeting. We missed the chance last year, and we can't miss it again this year."
"Hmph!"
Qi Wu coldly pulled his hand back, "To work under those minor immortals, I would rather not."
"Ah, you are so stubborn."
The eagle-faced Immortal sighed, "The Immortal Positions won't wait for you."
Two years had passed since the great calamity, and everything was thriving.
The Heavenly Emperor established the Heavenly Palace, and all immortals made pilgrimages, vying for the few available Immortal Positions.
