Beyond the passage between the two realms, which Tianxia was for the moment unable to perceive, countless enormous flaming celestial spheres floated suspended in the void.
They resembled blazing suns, drifting unsteadily through the emptiness. Streams of seven-colored rosy mist linked them one to another. The sight was magnificent and resplendent, yet it faintly exuded a savage, baleful air.
At the very center of these celestial spheres was a blazing mass of pure yang that illuminated the void.
The instant one beheld this thing, all essence, qi, spirit, and intent, all light and fiery radiance, seemed to be drawn into it. Everything beyond it could seemingly be ignored; whether anything else existed or not appeared irrelevant. Heaven, earth, and all things seemed as though they ought to have revolved around it from the start, with nothing capable of replacing it.
This was the Vast Yang Sect's treasure that suppressed its Dao, the Void-Refining Calamity Sun, which possessed the power to merge all things and refine every void.
Upon the drifting rings of aura extending beyond the Calamity Sun, three Daoists sat or stood. The one in the middle reclined sideways, one broad sleeve spread open, his elbow resting upon the armrest of a black vine seat tangled like tree roots. His hand hung naturally, with an ancient, unadorned vine flask dangling from his fingertips and still swaying there.
His lips were thin and his nose straight, his eyes shaped like phoenix eyes. Whenever his gaze slanted over, it revealed a measure of contemptuous nonchalance. This was Guan Chaosheng, one of the three hosts controlling the Calamity Sun for the Vast Yang Sect.
To his left stood a white-robed Daoist with his hands tucked within his sleeves. His body was as straight as a spear, and before him stood a heavy