After the relocation was basically complete, Jiang Ping'an finally heaved a long sigh of relief.
Before this, he had scarcely left Ping'an City, fearing that the Celestial Race would once again use a tactic of luring the tiger from the mountain. The feeling of having his weak point gripped by others, of being constrained at every turn, had left him utterly stifled. Now, at last, he no longer had to remain stationed in one place, practically unable to move.
"Celestial Race, your time is running out." Jiang Ping'an stood at the highest point of the New Capital imperial palace, gazing westward as a chill flashed through his eyes.
It was time for the Celestial Race to repay the debts they owed.
More than a month passed.
On this day, Jiang Ping'an sat upon the enormous throne inside the Bronze Immortal Hall of the Divine Origin Ruins, continuously condensing Heart Force and storing it within the Twelve-Colored Heart Wheel.
Suddenly, his mind stirred. He sensed that Incarnation Ye Bumei had sent him a notification through their special connection.
"It's done?" Jiang Ping'an opened his eyes, delight appearing on his face. With a flicker, he vanished from the Bronze Immortal Hall.
Within the Divine Origin Ruins, a massive altar stood silently before Liu Xixu's residence.
Jiang Ping'an descended in a streak of light. When his gaze fell upon the altar, his eyes immediately lit up.
The altar was octagonal, forged entirely from a material Jiang Ping'an had never seen before. It was blue-gray in color, with faint starlight flowing across its surface. The distance between opposite sides of its base was roughly one li, and it stood thirty-three zhang tall. From afar, it resembled a flat-topped mountain that had been shaved level. Each of its eight sides was carved with densely packed