Heavenly Ruins, Ling Xiao Palace.
Amid the encircling sun, moon, and stars, Gu Jinzhi carefully leafed through tome after tome.
With every movement, his bearing grew increasingly lofty.
"Queen Mother" Shen Yaochi, who was helping him organize and complete the records nearby, would always lower her eyes subconsciously, doing her best not to look directly at him.
Suddenly, the throne trembled faintly. The illusory sun and moon shifted, while the stars of the firmament revolved around them!
As though sensing something, Gu Jinzhi paused. He raised his head, turned his deep gaze, and fixed it on the roof of the hall.
Rumble!
The next instant, a violent quake struck!
The three hundred and sixty-five coiling-dragon golden pillars hummed, the sea of clouds beneath their feet churned like boiling water, and the trajectories of the sun, moon, and stars on the dome fell into utter disorder!
Gu Jinzhi abruptly rose to his feet.
With a light tap of his foot, his figure appeared at the very top of Ling Xiao Palace in an instant, standing atop its flying eaves and bracket sets.
Shen Yaochi likewise swept out of the main hall and stood on the jade steps. She turned back and looked up in confusion at the figure wearing the Black and Yellow Emperor Robe.
The slender man stood with his hands behind his back. His robes stirred without any wind, while the beads of his crown swayed gently, knocking together with the faint, tinkling sound of jade.
Following his gaze, Shen Yaochi turned once more and looked toward the endless cluster of immortal palace buildings.
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble—!
The immortal palace was boiling over!
From those magnificent towers and jade halls that had just solidified out of illusion...
From those immortal mountains and watery landscapes...
Endless immortal light shot into