Primal Divine Court.
This was the oldest divine place of origin in All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, where the original race of gods was born according to legend.
The divine palace was towering, shrouded in endless chaotic divine light, and permeated with a primordial and most sacred aura.
In the innermost and oldest divine palace.
On a throne formed by the convergence of divine light, a figure was enveloped in layers of chaotic divine light, their specific form indistinct, yet majestic like the lord of the heavens.
The figure's fingers, which seemed condensed from laws, unconsciously and lightly tapped the armrest of the divine throne.
"Thud..."
A faint sound, yet it seemed to trigger a resonance of the divine daos of the heavens.
"Yuan..."
A grand and majestic voice, seemingly carrying rolling heavenly might, whispered in the divine palace.
"Did you ultimately... choose a successor?"
"I wonder this time... how far you can go..."
"Can you... break that predestined samsara?"
In the voice, neither joy nor anger could be heard, only an indifference that looked down upon eternity and... a trace of extremely deep complexity.
Life Ancestral Court.
This was a paradise of life and the source of the Power of Creation.
A giant tree of indescribable magnitude had roots piercing into the endless void, and its branches and leaves supported hundreds of millions of worlds, with every single leaf being a vibrant plane.
At the very top of the giant tree's canopy, within a palace naturally formed of flowers, vines, and sweet dew, a figure stood.
Enveloped in a soft, verdant light of life, the graceful figure exuded the radiance of maternal love and endless vitality as she gently sighed.
The sigh was gentle, yet it seemed to carry the power to soothe the wounds of all living beings.