As Wang Ping spoke, his gaze turned toward the sun. With a thought, he vanished. Yulian, who had long sensed Wang Ping's intentions, had already climbed onto his shoulder. Together, they crossed space-time and arrived near the sun.
The solar prominences and flares that had once erupted wildly across the sun's surface now flowed tamely like molten gold. Scorching streams of light steadily radiated endless light and heat, while the gravitational field that had been violently distorted by the great battle had also returned to calm.
The space once filled with destructive energy had now been thoroughly cleansed, leaving behind only incomparably pure Yang energy that warmly illuminated this star region. Occasionally, faint arcs of electricity or ripples of energy flashed along the edge of the corona, only to be swiftly smoothed away by the sun's powerful magnetic field.
In an orbit still a safe distance from the sun's surface, the True Sun Sect's disciples were hard at work. They maneuvered all manner of magical artifacts through the searing radiance. The remaining floating platforms and palace foundations had been repositioned, glowing with the light of defensive arrays to withstand the still-terrifying heat.
New building materials were being delivered in an endless stream. Hundreds of thousands of disciples worked together seamlessly. Some used exquisite Fire Control Techniques to soften and shape the materials, some inscribed reinforcing runes, while others carefully guided the sun's True Fire, taming it before channeling it into the energy cores of the new buildings.
The outlines of new halls gradually took shape amid the golden light. Though they were far less majestic than the former complex of the Sun Garrison, they had begun to assume a scale of their own. Their structures were simpler and more practical, while the rune arrays spread throughout them had clearly enhanced