The buildings of the Judicial Heavenly Lord Mansion were mostly adorned with silver and iron, their black-and-white hues meant to display solemnity.
From those towering, ice-cold palaces and terraces that seemed cast from bronze, one could almost glimpse a scale and claw of the dignity of heavenly law and the cruelty of heavenly rules.
Although Qingming and Qing Zheng had already lived in the Judicial Heavenly Lord Mansion for several months, their range of movement had amounted to no more than a side hall, and they knew little of this imperial palace that occupied a radius of eight million li.
On ordinary days, all they saw were the silver-armored heavenly soldiers patrolling everywhere, one tall and cold black tower after another, and the day after day of celestial suns and moons and starry seas in the four directions. There were few immortals or gods coming and going, and no immortal birds or spirit beasts to be seen. Even those halls and pavilions wreathed in rosy clouds and auspicious vapors added little vitality to the place.
The entire Judicial Heavenly Lord Mansion was like a vast, cold, deathly silent prison. The invisible pressure made Qing Zheng's divine-sense perception seem to drown in the deep sea, leaving him somewhat unable to breathe.
This time, following Lingyan to meet Jiang Sheng, Qing Zheng finally saw the Judicial Heavenly Lord Mansion from another angle.
Looking up, he saw tower after tower cast from black iron, gleaming with cold light. Upon them were all manner of magical treasures: Heavenly Mechanism Heavy Crossbows, Demon-Revealing Mirrors, Demon-Binding Ropes, and more. And on the suspended corridors linking those towers together stood rows upon rows of silver-armored heavenly soldiers.
Below the suspended corridors lay a sea of mist, with nothing of the bottom visible. Qingming and Qing Zheng followed