Within the jade slip.
The lingering consciousness fell silent for a moment.
Then faint images slowly unfolded before Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
Cloud Dream Mountain.
Torrential rain.
Beneath the eaves of an ancient hall, dozens of figures stood in silence.
Tens of thousands of years had passed since the Immortal Lord had departed at the Heavenly Court's summons.
At the very front stood a man in blue robes.
His face was resolute, his temples already touched with frost. He spoke slowly. "We cannot wait any longer... the Heavenly Court's summons was suspicious from the start. Master's cultivation reached the heavens. Even if he was no match for them, he should not have gone ten thousand years without a word. Today, I will go to the Heavenly Court and demand the truth..."
At those words.
The atmosphere in the hall abruptly darkened.
Some raised their heads.
Some lowered their eyes.
Some looked furious, while others' eyes brimmed with terror.
A woman slowly rose, calmly swept her gaze over their faces, and spoke after a moment's thought. "Senior Brother Jieqing is right... if Master were safe, he would surely have sent word. If the Heavenly Court truly dared imprison him, then we must go and call them to account."
In a corner, a young man frowned. "Call them to account?"
"The Heavenly Court hangs high above all the heavens and governs the laws of the myriad worlds. We do not even know the truth. Wouldn't rushing there recklessly be seeking our own deaths?"
The woman turned toward him and asked calmly, "So, you're afraid?"
The young man's face stiffened slightly, and he slowly shut his mouth.
Another deathly silence settled over the hall.
Then.
A somewhat thin figure rose beside a meditation cushion. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke. "Perhaps