Lu Yang did not have to wait long.
Almost exactly one month after their conversation ended, Lu Yang sensed that his puppet had been activated once more and immediately projected his consciousness over.
Yet this time, the scene before him had changed drastically.
This was a magnificent, sprawling platform. At a glance, Lu Yang saw that it soared straight into the clouds, much like the Star-Plucking Tower he had built in the Dao Court.
But it was several levels shorter, only half as tall as the Star-Plucking Tower.
Of course, that was normal. After all, he had held sole power in the Dao Court, while Hongtian, though the Imperial Preceptor of the Immortal Court, was clearly only one of its rulers.
The next moment, Lu Yang looked at Hongtian, who was seated upon the platform, and called out, "Fellow Daoist, are you seeking Gold?"
"Indeed."
Hongtian nodded at that. "After all, I had long since made every preparation. If not for our discussion that day, I should have sought Gold half a month ago."
"The reason I invited you here was to ask you to bear witness." At this point, Hongtian smiled faintly. "How could watching from outside compare to seeing it clearly from here? From this place, Fellow Daoist should be able to see everything distinctly. Consider it my repayment for your guidance."
Just then, a voice suddenly reached Lu Yang's ears:
"I buried something on Lonely Heart Island overseas. If I succeed today, I will have no use for it. But if I fail and perish, that thing will be yours, Fellow Daoist."
Lu Yang's brows rose slightly at once.
Before he could respond, Hongtian seemed to have cast aside the last knot in his heart. His aura flared outward as he swept his sleeve, rose to his