Before long, the crimson mark representing Lord Radiance suddenly lit up.
Xuanji immediately reminded him, "Master, Lord Radiance of the Spirit Race has invited you to meet in a private virtual space. Will you accept?"
Here it comes.
Lin Yi's eyes narrowed.
"Accept."
The moment he spoke, the scene before Lin Yi quickly faded away, replaced by a magnificent sight that left him awestruck.
It looked like a Holy Palace floating above an endless sea of light.
The floor was paved with pristine white jade, every tile radiating a gentle luster. The towering dome seemed to have no end, woven from countless intricate runes of light. The runes flowed slowly, as if they were alive.
Twelve pillars of light that reached the heavens supported the world around the Holy Palace. Their shafts were carved with reliefs whose origins he couldn't make out, so lifelike that they seemed ready to step out of the pillars at any moment.
At the very heart of the Holy Palace, a throne formed from pure light energy floated in midair.
A figure sat upon it.
He was a handsome man who looked to be about thirty, his features too perfect to belong to a mortal. His skin was like the finest white jade, and his eyes were a pure, brilliant gold, as if stars were being born and extinguished within them while seas of light flowed past.
He wore a white robe embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars. His long hair fell loose, every strand seemingly woven from light. He sat there quietly, and the radiance of the entire Holy Palace seemed to revolve around him.
His dignified, sacred aura spread like a tangible force. Even in the virtual space, Lin Yi felt an oppression that came from the depths of his soul.
This