The Heavenly Emperor Palace.
The maiden Myth stood at the entrance in a long white dress, looking cool and detached from the mortal world.
She stood silently, her flowing dark hair dancing in the wind, her fathomless eyes gazing beyond the Mythic Heavenly Court.
Everything that happened within those passes—
Such as the armies of the princes and nobles withdrawing outright and handing the passes over to the rebel armies—unfolded before her eyes.
Yet she showed no reaction.
Without her master's instructions, she would not take it upon herself to do anything.
She was the Mythic Dimension Spirit.
And her master—
Was the master of the Mythic Dimension.
In the distance.
Taichen, Tai Ming, and Tai Ji approached. Outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, they bowed deeply and spoke with utmost reverence:
"Your subject Taichen, Xuan Li, requests an audience with the Heavenly Emperor concerning a critical military matter!"
Tai Ming and Tai Ji said nothing, merely remaining prostrate with their foreheads and limbs pressed to the ground.
Inside the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
Li Yue slowly opened his eyes.
Although only three months had passed, he had made tremendous progress in the Dao.
Every day.
He could feel his own Dao advancing by leaps and bounds.
It was progress he could actually feel!
Such a cultivation speed had utterly captivated him.
After all, once one reached the Dao Ancestor realm, who did not need to comprehend the Dao for millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of cosmic cycles before making noticeable progress?
The Mythic Dimension has helped me enormously.
Not merely in terms of cultivation speed.
But also in the depth of the Dao.
The Dao of the Mythic Dimension surpasses that of the Pangu Dimension by more than a single level.
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