The residences of the Three Sacred Clans within the Celestial Palace all bore the same names as their original Ancestral Lands.
Phoenix Divine Mountain for the Phoenix Clan, the Dragon Palace for the Dragon Race, and White Deer Mountain for the Qilin Clan.
After Ji Yuan and the Phoenix Clan cultivators flew away from Phoenix Divine Mountain, they arrived at the central building of the Celestial Palace.
It was an enormous palace borne aloft by drifting white clouds.
Just how enormous was it?
All Ji Yuan knew was that, in human form, he seemed as tiny as an ant as he walked along the corridor before it.
The columns on either side bore no carved dragons or painted phoenixes. They were simply stone pillars coated in red lacquer, yet those simple colors lent the place a sense of solemn majesty.
Here, even Feng Cuo, however belligerent and unruly he might be, behaved himself and dared not overstep in the slightest.
When the Spirit Transformation Cultivators from the Dragon Race and Qilin Clan arrived, they naturally spotted Ji Yuan.
Every one of them looked somewhat surprised, but their relations had never been harmonious, so no one offered a greeting.
Ji Yuan had heard, for instance, that when Feng Cuo first arrived, he had fought quite a few members of both the Dragon Race and Qilin Clan.
He had won some and lost some.
But whether he won or lost, he had taken plenty of beatings.
Even Feng Zhuer had been targeted repeatedly by Ao Mengxi. When Feng Mengtang mentioned this, she had deliberately asked Ji Yuan whether he knew what was going on.
Ji Yuan could not help laughing. He said he had only just come in from outside, so how could he possibly know what was happening between them?
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