The Interception Sect Need Not Be Reestablished, but Master Will Always Be Master!

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the Heavenly Court.

Clouds swirled amid a haze of immortal light.

A figure in blue appeared without a sound.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back. His vast Divine Sense instantly enveloped the entire Heavenly Court.

His Divine Sense swept past one immortal palace after another. Familiar yet strangely distant presences came into focus.

It lingered briefly on each of them, then moved on.

Warmth rose in his heart, only to be pressed down by an ache he could not put into words.

At last, his Divine Sense settled on a magnificent imperial residence.

The residence of Great Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole.

The next moment, Tongtian vanished and appeared before its gates.

Immortal energy wreathed the residence. The words "Qinghua of the Eastern Pole" swept across the plaque in bold strokes, carrying a faint imperial authority—and the cold weight of the Heavenly Rules.

Looking at the plaque, Tongtian remembered how free and unrestrained Jinling had been when she listened to his teachings on Golden Ao Island.

Things were different now.

He gave no notice. He merely took a step forward, passed through layer upon layer of restrictions, and entered the main hall.

Inside, Saint Mother Jinling sat at the head of the hall, dignified and imposing in her imperial robes.

She was handling the Heavenly Court's affairs.

Suddenly, she stopped.

Her head snapped up toward the center of the hall.

The immortal brush fell from her hand and clattered to the floor.

Someone stood there who had not been there a moment before.

A figure in blue stood silently with his back to her.

Saint Mother Jinling began to tremble uncontrollably.

Countless eons of waiting, anguish, longing, and hope burst through her defenses all at once.

"Mas... Master..."

Tongtian looked at his