Following Yun Qiyue into the palace, Ye Lin's eyes lit up at the sight within.
Inside the grand hall, there was none of the splendor he had imagined—no gilded magnificence, no carved beams and painted rafters, no glittering jewels.
In its place stretched a vast starry sky.
Beneath their feet lay a transparent void, countless stars slowly revolving below like they were walking atop the Milky Way.
Every star shone. Some were blazing white, some deep blue, some crimson, some pale violet. Their lights intertwined, illuminating the entire hall as brightly as day.
Looking down, one could clearly see stars turning, colliding, annihilating one another, and being reborn tens of thousands of zhang beneath their feet, like a miniature universe.
Overhead hung inverted mountains and rivers.
They were not murals, nor relief carvings, but real, three-dimensional landscapes suspended upside down in the sky vault.
Peaks towered high, waterfalls flowed in reverse, and rivers ran upstream from the mountaintops, pouring into the void.
Mist curled around the mountains and rivers. Spirit birds wheeled through the air, while strange flowers and exotic grasses swayed in the wind.
Water cascaded from the mountain peaks, yet froze in midair, turning into countless tiny droplets that floated in the void. Reflecting the starlight, they resembled strings of crystalline gems.
The surrounding walls were not walls at all, but flowing curtains of light.
Countless scenes shifted across them: ancient colossal beasts rampaging across the earth; peerless experts dueling in the void; a great tribulation descending upon heaven and earth, with all things withering away; Chaos first opening, and the Sun Moon being born.
Those scenes were not images, but events that had truly happened, branded into the laws by some immense divine ability. Now they had been drawn forth, playing over and over across the light