The immense Heavenly Palace slowly rose from the sea of consciousness.
It was an incomparably vast hall, resplendent and majestic, carrying an aura of immortality.
Other people's Heavenly Palaces were usually just a single, enormous palace.
But the one that emerged from Li Su's sea of consciousness was different.
It was a vast complex of palaces.
Aside from the central hall at its core, there were eight great main halls.
They stood independently, occupying the eight directions: east, south, west, north, southeast, northeast, southwest, and northwest.
Among them were the three directions of east, southeast, and northeast.
Above the southeastern palace flew a gigantic banner, casting out billions of rays of light. It held the power of creation and the image of destruction.
The eastern palace was dominated by black and white. They alternated and coexisted, life and death cycling in turn, yin and yang joining as one, the Dao transforming into countless forms.
Within the northeastern palace stood an unparalleled sharp sword. Its sword intent pierced the heavens, its sword spirit supreme; its sword light flashed brilliantly, capable of severing the years and ages, of cutting apart the great Dao of heaven and earth.
To the south was a phantom of flesh and blood, with Life Flame surging upward. Ultimate vitality proliferated there, billions of lives gestating within, gathering all living things and weaving them into a painting of the world. That was Supreme Flesh.
To the north was a boundless, enormous sun, where Li Su's Fifteen-Flame Golden Core resided. It was wholly magnificent, burning with raging flames.
Beneath the western hall lay a gigantic abyss, thick with ghostly aura. Dim consciousnesses stirred within, and an enormous wheel towered there, turning without cease. That was Soul Supreme.
Then, in the southwest and northwest, one place was planted with a