Spring gave way to autumn, cold came and heat went; three years had already passed.
And the war against the Hell Ten Paths finally drew close to its end this year.
Although the upper ranks of the Lord of the Celestial Being Path had been wiped out three years ago, there were still evil cultivators scattered across the East Sea, egg-hatching nests cast everywhere by Dragon Palace sea beasts, sects and aristocratic families that defied the laws of the Immortal Sects, and quite a few eminent monks among the vanguard taking this opportunity to eliminate dissidents...
It was these various disturbances that caused the war to drag on until now before nearing its conclusion.
On a bright spring day, atop an enormous flying boat.
White jade pavilions rose and fell amid the clouds. Water vapor drifted and gathered, white clouds flowed and scattered away, and on a plaque of purple jade were inscribed the words—Wanghai Pavilion.
The pure-white piled-cloud bricks beneath their feet were still soft and springy. The Sky Blue Glazed Tile overhead was crystal clear and spotless. Two cultivators sat beside the window, gazing into the distance at the sea, while the fragrance of tea curled upward at their side, bringing with it a trace of elegant aroma.
One wore a violet gown shimmering with starlight, her beauty capable of toppling cities and kingdoms. She was True Lord Xingmu, the Tianhe Sect's current Spirit Transmutation Reserve.
The other wore a moon-colored robe, her bearing elegant and untouched by worldly dust, like the solitary chill of moonlight spread across an autumn night. She was Celestial Maiden Gu Yue of the Sun Moon Immortal Palace.
"No one expected the losses from this war to be so severe..."
Celestial Maiden Gu Yue poured a cup of Osmanthus Moon from the palace.