Tingfeng Pavilion was made up of an unbroken cluster of cities stretching for thousands of miles. It was the city complex in the Land of Order most resembling the "Ten-Thousand-Mile Star City." Seen from above, it looked like a dazzling sea of stars below, when in truth it was the radiance of countless formations gathered together.
Continuous city walls, endless palaces, innumerable towers and pavilions stood in neat rows. Gardens, pools, and fragrant terraces were elegant and natural, every inch of the land crafted with exquisite care.
Tingfeng Pavilion lay on the plains, where fresh breezes often swept past. The countless wind chimes hanging from pavilions, grasses, and trees would ring brightly, as though many little girls were laughing.
Yet on this day, heavy clouds of sorrow shrouded this colossal city.
Within the city, several million Astral Phase Divine Realm cultivators were gathering. More than ten million gods—men and women, young and old, the frail and the helpless—ran about spreading the news.
For a time, the entire city fell into chaos, and panic gripped every heart.
As a sect ranked around the teens on the Heavenly Rankings, Tingfeng Pavilion was not weak as a whole. It could barely compare to half of the tenth-ranked Blueblood Starsea, possessing more than four million elite cultivators and over forty million gods within the sect.
The strength of a single sect equaled that of the five major sects of the "Three Skies."
Thanks to its unique culture, Tingfeng Pavilion had stood firm on Xuanyu Continent for countless years, becoming the strongest ruler there. Its position had never once been shaken.
But today, a horrifying crisis of destruction hung over every person's head.
"The Sun Palace has restarted!"
"I heard it's coming in our direction."
"Our Chaotic Abyss Storm Formation may be a high-grade seventh-rank