The instant the Taiyi Capital share transfer agreement changed, Zhou Yao's senses locked onto it.
A platinum halo had quietly appeared, rippling across the parchment like water and carrying a pull that felt like the tug of the stars.
Had Zhou Yao wished to resist, he needed only to sink his mind into the Mount Luofeng Daoist Arena within him and summon the Yin Son of Heaven's Yama Lord Status. Its crushing might, enough to suppress the netherworld for all eternity, would have shattered the anomaly and severed that pull in an instant.
But Zhou Yao did no such thing.
He calmly watched the flickering golden light and caught a trace of something deeply familiar in its mysterious fluctuations.
It was a power that crossed physical space and the river of time to act directly upon the foundations of concepts.
It worked exactly as the Unofficial History Club's means of drawing members scattered across the heavens into the starry sky did.
Since this summoning light came from Taiyi Capital itself, Zhou Yao drew in the Mythic Factor surging around him and abandoned all resistance. He let the golden radiance spread from his fingertips across his body until it enveloped him.
The surrounding light shifted briefly and gently. There was no violent sensation of space tearing, nor any nauseating weightlessness.
When his vision cleared, Zhou Yao found himself beyond the night of Grand Sovereign Yellow-Tseng Heaven, inside a building so vast that words could scarcely measure it.
Before him stretched an immense hall built from dark marble and an unknown metal.
Its high ceiling resembled an inverted starry sky. People thronged the hall, their footsteps blending into a low, busy roar.
The crowd included not only humans of every appearance, but also many alien races from across the galaxy whose distinctive