Yu Lian felt weighed down, but his spiritual sense stirred and soared inexplicably amid the cheers resounding across the galaxy, still extending uncontrollably into the surrounding starry sky.
In a more distant nebula, the spectral forms of enormous, spiritual beasts rejoiced. Fierce and savage, they were star dragons, unfurling wings of light that spanned entire star systems and letting out battle roars in the language of the divine, drawn forth by some unseen force. Sacred and solemn, they were sky whales, dancing gracefully and scattering a rain of light like rainbows and fireflies across the heavens.
The laws of the entire universe celebrated this occasion, and all things bathed in its blessings.
Standing above the clouds, Yu Lian gazed at that "self," clad in golden light and worshipped by countless worlds. His heart could only be filled with a surreal, absurdist rush of envy.
He could only push everything in the distance beyond the bounds of surrealism. Otherwise, he would surely have been so overwhelmed by this high-dimensional embarrassment that he'd have had to kill himself on the spot, right?
"Long live the consorts!"
All right, let's leave all that aside. What the hell was this now?
Yu Lian's brow twitched. Before he could think it through, his exceptionally keen spiritual sense had already begun to spread toward the palace complex below. His perceptions passed naturally through its magnificent, solemn exterior and extended into its more private inner reaches.
His consciousness was like an invisible breeze, gliding over corridors and halls until it slowly flowed into an immense space beneath a transparent dome.
It was warm as spring, lush with greenery, and brimming with life. The air was heavy with damp vapor and the rich fragrance of flowers and fruit.
Of course, it was also filled with lilting voices and