Han Xi could not help but laugh. Then, with a wave of her hand, the rocks that had rolled down Zhou Mountain flew back up. She sent out a strand of the Law of Yin Yang, enveloping the rocks.
Rumble!
Under the wondrous transformation of the Law of Yin Yang, a magnificent and majestic palace seemed to descend from the heavens, standing firmly atop the summit of Zhou Mountain.
The palace was imposing and exquisitely beautiful, leaving everyone utterly astonished.
Its architectural style was uniquely distinctive, incorporating the essence of Yin Yang. Its walls shifted into black and white, complementing each other and creating a singular beauty.
The palace roof became golden glazed tiles as well, gleaming with dazzling radiance beneath the sunlight, like a hall favored by the gods.
Even more miraculous, strands of Yin Yang Dao rhythm slowly drifted out of the palace like clouds and mist.
The Dao rhythms intertwined, forming a resplendent painting. At times, they resembled surging rivers; at times, drifting clouds and mist; at other times, the mysterious starry sky, intoxicating all who beheld them and making it impossible to look away.
As they watched the palace appear, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood rooted to the spot like carved logs, staring blankly at the mysterious palace in shock.
Han Xi circled the palace twice in satisfaction. Its grandeur might not compare to Azure Nether Island, but she was the Mountain God of Zhou Mountain after all. It was perfectly reasonable for her to build herself a palace.
Yet after inspecting it for a long while, Han Xi still felt that something was missing. Compared to Azure Nether Palace, it seemed to lack a certain distinctive charm.
"Right, I haven't inscribed its name yet!" Han Xi suddenly realized. No wonder it had seemed to be