The ruler of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor revered throughout the Great Thousand World.
A young man stood at his side.
The young man stood tall and straight. His features bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Xiao Qing's, while his sword-like brows and starry eyes carried an air of calm composure.
He wore a plain white robe, its hem embroidered with dark golden Chaos Marks. The spiritual power around him was restrained to the utmost degree.
Xiao Heng.
The son of Heavenly Emperor Xiao Qing and Gu Xun'er.
He was already seventy-three years old.
Yet his face still looked like that of a man barely past twenty. A faint Chaos-colored radiance flowed beneath his skin, bestowed by the Chaos-Attribute Physique he had inherited from his father.
Though the cultivation of a Peak Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign remained contained and unexpressed, it caused the surrounding space to warp faintly at an extremely slow frequency.
Xiao Heng stood with his hands lowered, half a step behind his father. His gaze followed his father's toward the distance.
Below the sea of clouds lay the vast mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces Continent.
From the snowy lands of the far north to Flame Valley at the southern end, from the Eastern Sea to the endless sand seas of the Western Region, countless billions of living beings thrived there.
The streaks of light left by flying cultivators flashed through the clouds, markets within the cities bustled with activity, and disciples in the sects began a new day of cultivation beneath the rising sun.
Farther away, the various continents of the Great Thousand World moved slowly through the void like pieces on a chessboard, orbiting the Nine Provinces Continent along an inscrutable trajectory.
Xiao Heng watched it all quietly.
He had loved standing here and