Higher than the Imperial Zenith High Heaven Hall, towering above the mortal world, within the vast outer heavens beyond the reach of ordinary eyes.
A great sun shone in all directions.
Within the blinding radiance that ordinary cultivators found impossible to look upon directly was a divine and majestic golden crow, three legs growing from its belly, its feathers like burnished gold.
Layers of runic chains extended from the vault of the Cave Heaven, winding and interweaving around its body, binding it fast.
Even its tiniest down feathers were wrapped in a dense mass of nearly ten thousand runes.
With the changing of the great eras of immortals and gods, there was no longer any need for the golden crow to transform into the sun and assume the duty of patrolling the mortal realm.
Now that the great era of the Immortal Path had begun, "Yang" could only be "Yang."
The once-supreme Solar Star Lord, one of the mightiest great gods at the Star Lord level, had thus fallen into becoming a caged bird in the hidden world of Profound Penetration, forever stripped of freedom.
At the time, Taiping Daoist had been unmatched in prominence, possessing a sword scar capable of slaying those of Profound Penetration.
This golden crow had happened to attack him before with the Solar Golden Flame. Capturing it would also earn him a favor from Taiping Daoist—why not do it?
And so, the golden crow, which should only have been captured some time after the opening of the great era of the Immortal Path...
Met with tragedy just like that.
At this moment, upon the earth below, perilous peaks rose like swords amid clusters of strange stones, while auspicious beasts wandered beside spiritual springs.
Mist and rosy clouds drifted like fog, and auspicious hues billowed skyward.