Both the World-Breaking Sword's transformation and the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror's guidance suggested that the great figures of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect had made plans long ago.
But he did not know whether their ultimate target was Xingtian's remnant soul, the Asura Race, or...
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The knocking outside interrupted his thoughts.
Li Yunjing dispelled all the manifestations and said in a low voice, "Come in."
The wooden door creaked open, revealing two ghost officers he had never seen before.
They carried a bronze chest between them. After setting it down, they immediately withdrew thirty feet away. "The Judge ordered us to deliver this as compensation for your destroyed robe, fellow Daoist."
Once the ghost officers had left, Li Yunjing cautiously lifted the lid with Sword Qi.
A black robe lay neatly folded inside. Its fabric was neither silk nor hemp, and faint starlight flowed across it.
Only when he lifted it did he discover its astonishing weight. The ornaments hanging from its hem were not ordinary jade pendants, but miniature models of stars.
"This is... a Star Constellation Robe?"
Li Yunjing recalled records in ancient texts. Rumor had it that after the Demon Race's defeat, the Heavenly Court had inherited the Celestial Star Formation. Its repeated failed attempts to refine the formation occasionally produced scraps imbued with star power.
Their power amounted to less than one hundred-millionth of that of the original innate materials.
Yet to ordinary cultivators and weaker immortals and gods, even these scraps were top-grade materials.
These materials had gradually flowed out of the Heavenly Court and into the hands of various factions.
Some refined them into armor, others into magical treasures or weapons, while still others broke them down into their most basic materials.
The Star Constellation Robe was one way of putting them