Amid the crowd's escort, Jiang Yuechu had no choice but to step forward.
The moment she entered, her vision opened up.
A solemn, majestic air rushed toward her.
What a magnificent treasure hall!
Behold—
The towering hall pierced the clouds, while a thousand auspicious rays sealed away the stillness.
Agate railings curled around it, glazed tiles crowned it with upturned beast ornaments.
Seventy-two dragon-coiled pillars stood within, each traced in red gold.
There were also treasured gauze canopies, pearls suspended high above by Gao. Though sunlight did not reach this place, it was bright as day, with wavering shadows of light.
How could this still be considered an ordinary mortal temple?
Even the treasure halls where celestial immortals were said to dwell in the heavens were likely no grander than this.
Jiang Yuechu raised her head slightly.
The dome was exceedingly Gao, painted with sun, moon, and stars amid drifting clouds.
Standing within, she felt as tiny as a grain of millet, and a sense of reverence rose in her involuntarily.
At the center of the great hall.
A nine-tiered white jade platform stood Gao.
At this moment, however, the platform stood empty. Only wisps of sandalwood incense rose from several censers around it, each standing half a person Gao, lingering without dispersing.
"Well?"
The Emperor leaned close and pointed all around as though presenting a treasure, his face full of pride.
"I had people turn the Imperial Secret Vault upside down, then ordered the Minister of Works to personally oversee the construction. It was built day and night without rest."
He pointed to the enormous pillars supporting the hall.
"These pillars were made from thousand-year ironwood from the South Sea. They were impervious to water and fire, and each weighed ten thousand jin. Bringing them back alone took tremendous