The bloodstained stench of Ghost Ship Sea had yet to disperse when, thousands of miles away, a White Jade Hall hung high in the sky.
The entire hall had been carved from warm jade. The golden bells dangling from its eaves rang without being stirred, their sound carrying for a thousand miles.
Even more terrifying were the phenomena outside the hall. Clouds spanning a million miles had been dyed molten gold, their wisps transforming into rotating ancient seal-script characters for "punishment." Every character was wrapped in flickering sparks of lightning. Looking up, it seemed as though the entire firmament was whispering the sacred words of judgment.
At the center of the White Jade Hall, there was no throne—only a floating sphere of light.
The light was not blinding, yet it pierced through every gaze. Though clearly close at hand, it also seemed to lie beyond the Ninth Heaven. Faint silver radiance flowed along the edges of the sphere, falling to the ground and becoming a winding Sacred River. Stars seemed to rise and sink within its waters, and with every turn of the current, the souls of everyone in the hall bowed of their own accord.
This was a wisp of the Divine Court High God's incarnation.
It had no tangible form and released no deliberate pressure, yet the "divinity" originating from the depths of the soul made the several hundred powerhouses in the hall afraid to even breathe too heavily.
Six figures stood side by side on either side of the sphere of light.
The first person on the left was wreathed in crimson lotus flames. The petals fell without extinguishing, becoming burning Saint Runes upon the ground. It was the Divine Punishment Envoy, Red Lotus.
Beside him stood Xuancang, also a Divine Punishment Envoy. Mysterious ice chains coiled