The Sanqing Xuandu Supreme Palace streaked across the vast sky like a moon. Within the hall, the Son of Heaven of Great Jing stood upon the threshold and gazed ten thousand miles afar, as though riding a flying vessel across the world.
Those remaining in the hall, including the three Celestial Masters atop the Milky Way Golden Bridge, all said nothing.
There was truly nothing left to say, nor had they any choice at all.
Only one question remained—
Where had Chan fled to?
The Eastern Celestial Master closed his eyes in silence for a moment, then opened them and said, "Transcendence has no name and defies definition. His Majesty himself serves as the arrowhead—where do you intend to strike?"
Chan's escape from the Central Heavenly Prison was absolutely beyond all expectation. No faction within the Dao Kingdom wished to see such a thing happen.
But a mature standard-bearer had to face the problem.
The Imperial Faction delayed revealing the news of Chan's escape from the Central Heavenly Prison, while the Three Lineages used "the escaped Chan" to pressure the Son of Heaven. At their root, both were acts of preserving their own interests as much as possible after the problem had already arisen. No matter how fiercely words clashed like spears and tongues flashed like swords, there was no arguing out right or wrong.
Yet the Son of Heaven had stepped forth to confront this nearly unsolvable matter directly, bearing the grime of the realm and shouldering the responsibility of All-Under-Heaven, personally leading the expedition!
This was an absolute occupation of the righteous cause, a firm grasp of legitimacy.
Among the civil and military officials filling the court, regardless of whose side they belonged to or what thoughts they harbored, who could help but bow in admiration?
When the