Bai Yujun wandered over to the immortal palace where the divine seal was kept and found that the seal was still in place.
She paced around the ruined courtyard for a while, then looked up at the starry sky. Though it was daytime, countless stars still hung overhead. With her hands behind her back, she rose into the air and climbed alongside the Jade Steps. Her clothes snapped in the wind as she shot upward, passing through layer upon layer of cloud seas and skimming over immortal palaces upon floating islands of every size.
Above her hung the half-illusory reflection of the White Dragon World, though the stars were clearer still.
The farther she got from Lingxiao Palace, the higher she went, the quieter it became.
Because it was high enough and remote enough, it had been perfectly preserved. It had not suffered damage during the rebellion, and every building still retained its divinity, just as it had when she came up here to fan the flames.
Taiqing Heaven.
Upon the immortal mountains stood ancient, tranquil Jade Pavilions. Clouds and mist drifted ethereally, embodying the Daoist Principle of Nature. Seven peaks vaguely formed the pattern of the Seven Stars, pointing straight toward the Big Dipper in the heavens. The heavenly officials and immortal maidens of the Celestial Court sometimes called this place Lihentian.
She arrived at the dock where Celestial Court officials and immortal maidens were received.
Two wooden boats were moored there. Another had suffered a formation malfunction and capsized against the rocks, its hull covered in gourd vines.
After drifting about for so long, a certain white figure's cloth boots finally touched the ground.
White cloth boots walked step by step along Qingshi Road. Back then, she had disembarked here before climbing the mountain, passing through layers of