Above the azure firmament, a vast and boundless, brilliant Heavenly River hung upside down like the Milky Way in the heavens. It flowed day and night without pause, radiating immense waves of spiritual energy.
Sealed within an independent space, it formed a world of its own, winding and coiling through it.
All around the Heavenly River, jade platforms floated high in the air, shrouded in dense spiritual light.
Vaguely visible upon them were many figures sitting cross-legged, eyes closed in cultivation.
A handsome man with a face as fair as jade, dressed in splendid robes and tall and slender, was surrounded from afar by numerous Heavenly Palace disciples. Like stars gathered around the moon, he sat high above them all, the very center of attention.
His aura was vast and unending, his vital energy as vigorous as an ocean, as if a Young Dragon of the Human World lay coiled within him.
He was born sacred, ancient and noble, radiant and impossible to offend.
A rare Golden Dragon Token hung at his waist. Among the Heavenly Palace's million disciples, he occupied the highest of its twelve ranks, his standing on par with the elders of the sect.
Looks of awe and envy fell upon him, brimming with respect.
He was not only a powerful Earth Sovereign, strong enough to overwhelm the Guardian Generals of the Five Halls and Nine Prefectures, but also the personal disciple of the Master of the Daoist Sect and the heir to the Heavenly Emperor.
Even the rulers of the Five Halls and Nine Prefectures had to address him as "Little Junior Brother."
At the center of everyone's attention, Mu Chen continued cultivating with his eyes closed, immersed in a profound state of enlightenment.
Perhaps he had seized upon some opportunity. His hands, resting on