Above the Nine Heavens.
The stars filled the sky, solemn and profound.
Every projected star represented a terrifying deity.
The sun's radiance shone dazzlingly bright.
Among the myriad stars of the heavens, it might not have been the strongest, but it was certainly the most eye-catching.
Yet at this moment, all of a sudden.
The Star Realm stirred.
All the projected stars trembled at this instant.
Countless Mythos sensed something and raised their heads toward the Star Realm.
"Has a Heavenly Venerate raised a Divine Throne?"
"How enviable!"
"When will this old man ever achieve such a thing?"
These Mythos all served Heavenly Venerates who had granted them the qualification to Reflecting Heavens. They possessed stars of their own, which was why they sensed it.
Meanwhile, within the abyss, unknown lands, the Heaven Hanging Sea... within the Sixth Heaven, in sacred grounds.
Quite a few Yang Spirit Heavenly Venerates raised their heads, astonishment appearing on their faces.
"A new honored seat has appeared?"
"Who knows who raised their Divine Throne."
"There are fewer and fewer honored seats left."
Yang Spirits Reflecting Heavens differed from Mythos.
They needed a definite honored seat.
Generally, such a seat was acquired through a fortunate coincidence, a trade of interests, or... forceful seizure.
Forceful seizures were generally exceedingly rare.
The gap between a Yang Spirit with an honored seat and one without was like the gap between Yang Spirits of equal realm when one possessed a Creation Treasure and the other did not.
The disparity was far too vast.
Anyone strong enough to seize one by force could obtain an honored seat without needing to seize it.
But in the next instant, one Yang Spirit Heavenly Venerate narrowed his eyes, surprise appearing within them.
"Grand Sun... the sun... has this fellow Daoist gone mad? He