The vast and resplendent great world, the towering Buzhou Mountain.
The Buzhou Heaven Pillar stood so magnificently that it could be seen with perfect clarity from anywhere in Buzhou World, east, west, south, or north.
Any living being in Buzhou World needed only to look up to see the Buzhou Heaven Pillar thrusting straight into the heavens and vanishing into the river of stars. Atop that Buzhou Heaven Pillar stood the Buzhou Divine Court.
Jumang Divine Court, this once immensely prosperous and boundless temple of worship, had long since become ruins, filled with desolation and decay.
Yet this place, untouched by visitors for ten thousand years, now bore extensive traces of battle. Beneath a corridor pillar that had weathered relentless bombardment without breaking, both of Jinqiong's arms had been shattered, and a bloody hole had been punched through her lower abdomen. Leaning against the pillar, she had clearly lost all ability to fight.
Underworld Lord Shaobai was no better off. He seemed to have been planted headfirst into the hard divine-gang rock slab like an inverted onion. Looking closer, only his ankles remained above ground; both feet had vanished. As for whether the arms driven into the rock slab were still intact, no one knew.
Above Jinqiong's head, at the top of that half-broken corridor pillar, stood a figure who was not particularly tall.
An Azure hairpin with cloud ornaments and dangling tassels adorned her hair; she wore a plain splendor palace gown over jade gauze and green robes, with the Frostglow Cold Blade at her waist. Holding a delicate jade ring in one hand, with that exquisite, flawless face of an immortal—who else could she be but Fairy Xiaogong of Xiaoyun World?
Yet although Xiaogong had defeated Jinqiong and Underworld Lord Shaobai in succession, there was little joy on