The young man hurried along.
Everywhere he looked, clouds and mist swirled around glazed roof tiles and white jade steps. Pure radiance flowed between the colonnades, and several Azure Luans perched on the upturned eaves. Their occasional cries rang as clear as pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Countless jeweled trees and jade flowers lay shrouded in the hazy mist, their outlines indistinct. Yet whenever sunlight touched them, they scattered brilliant flecks of gold—
This was the "Immortal Palace."
Over the years, the Tianyuan Conference had changed locations again and again, and the Thirty-Six Sects had risen and fallen. Only the Immortal Palace endured, unchanged through the ages.
For this was the dwelling of immortals, the channel through which the lower realm communicated with the immortal realm, and the supreme seat of authority over the mortal world, above its so-called emperors.
However magnificent the scenery, the young man had no inclination to spare it a glance. He hurried to a hall and pushed straight through the doors without knocking.
Several people were already seated inside, sumptuous delicacies spread before them. Beautiful dancing girls performed nearby. When they saw him, the people seated there tried to greet him.
"Qing Xuan, you're here? Come, come, we saved you a seat..."
Before the speaker could finish, the young man angrily dismissed the dancers, then spoke with great urgency.
"Have you contacted the immortals?"
The others exchanged puzzled looks, apparently baffled by his behavior, but answered honestly. "No... You know how rarely the immortals have appeared since that incident... They haven't answered this time either... What happened? Why are you so anxious?"
The young man took a deep breath before speaking.
"The Six Desires Demon Lord is dead."
The room fell silent.
The others seemed unable to process this. Only after a long while