Compared with the World-Destroying Palace and Silent Palace sanctuaries that Ghost Chariot and the Little Beast Emperor, one bird and one beast, had built entirely in the image of the Hongmeng Palace sanctuary on Mount Buzhou,
the Creation Palace that the Creation Daoist had established atop Jade Peak Mountain was instead more elegant and graceful, with a style distinctly his own.
There stood
a magnificent pavilion soaring a hundred feet into the heavens, its heights piercing the sky.
One could lower one's head to watch the setting sun, or reach out a hand to pluck a flying star.
Spacious windows swallowed the universe; towering beams met screens of cloud. When the yellow crane brought word, the autumn trees had aged; when the colorful luan delivered its letter, the evening breeze was clear.
This was a spirit palace with jeweled towers, a jade hall with pearly courts.
In sacred halls, the Dao was discussed; throughout the universe, scriptures were imparted.
Flowers grew lovely with spring's arrival; pines shone green after the rain.
Purple spirit mushrooms and immortal fruits flourished year after year; cinnabar phoenixes wheeled in stately flight, stirring countless sacred wonders.
Clearly, the Creation Daoist fellow did have mountains and rivers within his breast and a universe within his heart, to have arranged his sanctuary with such breathtaking beauty and ethereal grace.
At the same time, a sanctuary like this suited the temperament of both the Creation Daoist and the Shennong Clan he protected.
Holding Houtu's hand, Lin Tian stepped into the Creation Palace.
Houtu blinked her lovely eyes, full of praise for the sanctuary.
Lin Tian shook his broad sleeve, sending Zhen Yuanzi, Ghost Chariot, the Little Beast Emperor, and the Creation Daoist together into the center of the Creation Palace sanctuary.
Lin Tian took his lofty seat upon