[One month.]
[It passed in the blink of an eye.]
[During that month, you did nothing else, only one thing: you moved the jade coffins of Su Qingyuan and the other two into Xuanji Hall's underground Spirit Spring to nourish and preserve them.]
[Luo Yiyi put in a word for you, and no one in the hall asked questions.]
[Only on the day of departure did you take the three of them away.]
[Deep down, you had always held on to a sliver of hope: perhaps inside Weiyang Palace, the three of them could be awakened.]
[The day you set out was overcast.]
[The sky of Weiyang Immortal Domain hung very low, purple-gray clouds churning like the spine of some enormous beast.]
[In the assembly square below Qingxuan Peak, more than ten thousand people stood in a dense, dark mass.]
[Twelve elite units, sixty people in each, formed their own arrays.]
[Three Elders stood atop the high platform, their dharma images flickering in and out of sight.]
[The atmosphere was silent and killing-cold.]
[There was no pre-battle mobilization.]
[No impassioned speech.]
[Xuanji Hall did not go in for that sort of thing.]
[Wen Dao said only one word.]
["Move."]
[More than ten thousand people rose into the air at the same time.]
[You and Luo Yiyi blended into the very rear of the main force, inconspicuous.]
[After flying for half an hour, Luo Yiyi veered off course.]
[The distance between you and the main force began to widen.]
[No one turned back or questioned it.]
[Clearly, this route had been reported in advance.]
[You followed behind Luo Yiyi without saying a word.]
[You flew for another two hours.]
[Ahead, in the void, a vast complex of buildings emerged from the sea of clouds.]
[That was the first time you had