At the edge of the dark Primordial Starry Sky, two streams of black-gold light tore through layer upon layer of void, speeding toward Xiqi in the eastern lands.
The Great Dao Origin within Zhun Ti had just been replenished by the Netherworld Dao Abyss Fruit, and the Saintly pressure of a peak Seventh Heaven realm surged endlessly around him.
Although he had escaped with his life, he could not swallow the humiliation of having his chest pierced by Qin Mu's spear.
"Senior Brother, if we slink off to Xiqi like this, those ancient beings from the previous era will surely look down on us."
The farther Zhun Ti flew, the more stifled he felt. Unable to bear it any longer, he halted his escape light and gritted his teeth as he complained to Jie Yin beside him.
Jie Yin also stopped upon his cloud. His sallow, gaunt, suffering face was shrouded in an inescapable gloom.
He turned toward the western lands, his gaze piercing through hundreds of millions of miles of cloud sea before settling upon that magnificent cluster of palaces in the far western reaches.
Divine light soared into the heavens there, while nine enormous golden Dragons faintly roared and circled among the clouds, suppressing the mountains and earth veins of the entire western lands.
That was the Western Heavenly Court.
It was the new imperial court established in the western lands by Haotian, once a Dao child of Zixiao Palace, after he left the Eastern Heavenly Court.
"Junior Brother, do you still remember how the Western Heavenly Court was built?"
Jie Yin suddenly paused, his voice quiet and eerie as he asked.
Zhun Ti was briefly stunned, then a fierce light flared in his eyes.
"How could I forget!"
Zhun Ti gnashed his teeth in hatred, his clenched