Tall and slender, Mu Fuyao wore her Daoist topknot pinned with a wooden hairpin and a deep black divine robe, radiating an aura of mystery and profundity. Looking up at the three words "Great Void Tower," she sighed, her feelings finding nowhere to settle. "It is more powerful than I imagined."
Grotto-heavens born alongside The Present World had their fates ordained. Nearly all of them had been captured and forged into all manner of treasure implements. Most had owners, of course, while some had been shattered, waiting through the ages to reunite.
Grotto-heavens had an order because they contained differing amounts of innate qi. At the moment each grotto-heaven was born, the extent to which it touched upon the essence of The Present World was allotted differently. But grotto-heaven treasure implements had no inherent rank, for rank depended on the person wielding them.
The predecessor of Great Void Tower was Truth-Seeking Great Void Heaven, ranked twenty-third among the lesser grotto-heavens—not an especially high ranking. Yet among the existing grotto-heaven treasure implements, the power it displayed far exceeded that rank. Naturally, this rested upon the flourishing development of the Great Void Illusion Realm.
This was the power of the age.
Riding the tides of the age, heaven and earth lent their strength alike; twice the result came with half the effort.
Those who went against the tide of their age, no matter how stunningly gifted, rarely met a good end. Mu Fuyao herself understood this more deeply than most.
And barring unforeseen events, from today onward, she too had boarded this vessel of the age...
Just as the Cangtu God had established a faith and a nation upon the grasslands, leaping in one bound to eternally attest to supremacy.
Ling Zha had returned to Qi, likewise a passenger aboard the vessel.