Incomparably intricate threads of Heavenly Secret wove into a complex, ever-spinning ball of yarn, like a nebula turning within ink-black pupils.
An extraordinarily young man, a black hairpin slanted through his hair, stood tall atop a perilous tower that seemed to have been pulled up ten thousand fathoms, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed into the distance.
Though it was clearly daytime here, beyond the tower's soaring heights lay another day.
The vast night sky was like an unfurled robe.
Behind him, the mighty Star River surged.
A woman graced by the spirit of mountains and the beauty of rivers guided a tiny silver moon-boat through the Star River, occasionally plucking a strand of starlight, like gathering lotus in the southern pond in autumn.
She had been doing this work since long ago. The Ruan family observed the stars, passing the craft down from generation to generation.
Every strand of plucked starlight traveled through the eyes of the Director of the Imperial Observatory.
The former site of Wither-Bloom Monastery lay within his other eye. There, starlight traced its outlines, rendering the yet-unbroken ground of Sea-Viewing Terrace with startling clarity.
People of the day believed it to be the work of the Ministry of Works, never knowing it was his design.
From here, one could gaze upon the East Sea—Overlooking Waves, Sky-Class Three!
Zhuge Zuo's knowledge of astrology ran exceedingly deep, but his cultivation was very low.
At least, compared to everything that had happened—and was happening—in Sky-Class Room Three at the Overlooking Waves Inn... it was far too low.
King Wuguan and King Dushi, who had reserved this room, were two Divine Presence Realm powerhouses.
Chen Kaixu, Executive Officer of the Jing Kingdom Criminal Investigation Bureau's South City branch, who had been captured here, and Jiang