Stars fell, and Heaven and Earth shook.
"Star Lord falls, and deities are reborn."
In the Cape Stone Forest, the Red-Faced Man waved his Palm-Leaf Fan, a strange look crossing his face. "The two realms are nearly sealed off, yet someone can still use starlight to project a deity's essence, take a share of the Mortal World's incense and thoughts, and seize the Dao Foundations of nearby deities to shape an incarnate body. It must be that Heavenly Palace Lord who commands the legends of the Heavenly Palace. But sacrificing the Nearshore Deities to bring down an Outsider Deity? That's quite a bold move."
Beside him, the boy carrying a Bamboo Basket sprang lightly to his feet. In the time it took a hare to leap and a falcon to swoop, he reached the top of a stone spire. He gazed into the distance, brows tightly knit.
"What a murderous aura! That star carries the essence of a metal star. It's an omen of slaughter! It must come from the Western Constellations!" He drifted down before the Red-Faced Man. "Brother, you know the legends of the Heavenly Palace and the Heavenly Court have deep roots. The First Celestial Emperor deliberately spread them through the Mortal World while striving to reach the Eighth Step. In the end, he perished with his ambition unfulfilled, but the legends passed from generation to generation and shaped many Heavenly Palace Lords."
The Red-Faced Man said, "This one clearly wants to sit in that seat, just like his predecessors. His method is different, though. Rather than forge a path of his own, he's competing with the Buddhist School for a vacant position. To that end, he's courting allies and recruiting followers wherever he can."
"Then why that star fell here is plain enough, isn't it?" The