The Rising Sun shone over the myriad mountains.
In the heart of the Southern Wasteland stood a magnificent mountain range, with ten thousand ravines racing their waters and a thousand cliffs competing in beauty. Layer upon layer of Blood Cloud hung above, while exquisite peaks curled around the valleys below. Palaces and pavilions rose jaggedly atop the mountains, and streams and springs surged through their hollows. Flowers and trees vied in splendor, while pines and bamboo competed in emerald green. Azure luan cries rang out, golden birds sang, and wondrous sights filled every place, with marvels at every step. Yet in this naturally elegant setting, the chanting of sacred texts also echoed, its sound reaching the clouds.
This place was once the majestic land of the Southern Wasteland. Now, it was the Star of Stars Light-Bathed Prefecture—Mount Wei Hu.
At that moment, in the rear garden of the newly built Star Palace on Mount Wei Hu, Feng Nanzhi was gazing fondly at Little Ao Wu, who was sprawled on the ground, playing headbutting games with a pearl-encrusted azure ox.
"Your Majesty, please give the matter of the Sacred Stele of Dao some further thought!" A Tiger Clan Ancestor Demon standing behind Feng Nanzhi spoke with utmost respect.
Feng Nanzhi turned her head and glanced at him.
Come to think of it, ever since Little Ao Wu had revealed the authority of the Star Emperor, those Old Undyings who had holed up in the void had all leaped out one after another, rushing before her to curry favor.
The matter had begun half a month ago.
Half a month earlier, an envoy from Qingqiu Kingdom had come to pay homage. For some unknown reason, Little Ao Wu had taken an unusual liking to Bai Wei, while Feng Nanzhi could also see