Holy City Council Hall, the palace was brightly lit.
Candlelight cast the four walls in dark gold, and the totems coiled around the beams and pillars flickered in the shifting light and shadow like sleeping beasts breathing.
The River Diagram and Luo Book lay spread before Taihao. His fingertips rested on the trigrams, his hair loosely tied behind his head, with a few stray strands hanging by his cheeks, lending his handsome face a touch of mortal warmth.
Several Jade Slips he had just finished reviewing were stacked beside Shennong. Having worked beneath the sun in the fields year-round, his skin was a shade darker than Taihao's, and fine cracks covered the backs of his hands like a dried riverbed.
Xuanyuan leaned against the pillar to the right with his arms crossed, the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist gleaming coldly beneath the candlelight.
The three of them had arrived as soon as she sent word. Hearing that something was wrong with her tone, they had brought Elder Suiren Clan along as well.
When Su Miao entered, the four were about to bow in greeting, but she stopped them directly and got straight to the point, briefly explaining the matter of the Earth Immortal Realm.
The three wore solemn expressions. They knew that, as the current protagonists of heaven and earth, the Human Race would eventually face its own trial, but they had not expected it to come so suddenly.
Suiren Clan stood behind the Three Sovereigns with his eyes half-closed.
He had not concerned himself with affairs for a very long time.
After the Three Sovereigns Reign, he had withdrawn behind the scenes. Every day, he grew flowers, drank tea, and went to the Farm Teachings to teach a few elective classes on "Human History." His days were as bland