Ning Xiaochuan stood atop the towering, majestic altar. Blood qi shrouded his body, and the Demon Sword within him revolved on its own, forming a scroll of mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath his feet.
In midair, that illusory immortal palace grew increasingly solid beneath the impact of the blood qi.
This immortal palace greatly resembled the legendary Heavenly Emperor Divine Palace. Heavenly pillars stood within it, heavenly steles hung from above, white cloudlight radiated outward, and melodious immortal music resounded! Boom!
A colossal human figure rose above the altar and stood in the void. A divine sword hung at his waist, a five-pointed star condensed between his brows, and his long hair cascaded like a waterfall. He carried an unsurpassable majesty.
A sacred aura emanated from him, filling everyone's hearts with awe and reverence.
"This... this is the Heavenly Emperor! The Heavenly Emperor has manifested!"
"The Heavenly Emperor has manifested!"
Everyone fell to their knees and kowtowed toward the Heavenly Emperor's figure! The Heavenly Emperor was the sole deity worshipped by the Yulan Empire. Even the True Gods enshrined in the various great Daoist temples were none other than the Heavenly Emperor.
The Sacrificial Ceremony had drawn forth the Heavenly Emperor's manifestation. What an earth-shattering event was this!
This was the Ancestral Land of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion. The Heavenly Emperor had manifested here—was he foretelling something? In a small, humble old house in the northwestern district of the Imperial City, a slight Herb Gathering Farmer walked out. With a bamboo basket on his back and a hoe over his shoulder, he narrowed his eyes toward the altar. "So this really is the Heavenly Emperor's old home? That's wonderful!"
The Herb Gathering Farmer shot up from the ground and flew into the sky. In