The Great Void lay desolate and silent, with silver thunder flashing now and then.
Xu Xuan left the Southern Capital and headed northwest, intending to return to Red Cloud. Passing through the Qin River region, he saw the Central Sacred Peak in the distance.
Countless layers of wu earth radiance surged. The reflection of Gaoyang, the Central Sacred Peak, stretched across the Great Void like a mighty fortress, a towering city, an immense dam spanning the waters. Its vast pressure sent a tremor through the heart, while irresistible divine light poured from its heights and pierced the heavens.
Incense offerings golden qi streamed in from every direction in a tremendous procession, like rivers flowing into the sea, like molten precious metal. In the end, it all gathered within a five-colored temple amid the wu earth radiance.
Xu Xuan kept his distance, unwilling to invite trouble.
A faint impulse stirred in his mind. Through the Heavenly Register within his inner scenery, he seemed able to touch the most fundamental substance of this stretch of heaven and earth, and thereby sever the torrent formed from those countless streams of incense offerings golden qi.
This was precisely the might and authority of the Thunder Palace described in the Daoist Canon.
When immortal generals and heavenly soldiers descended to the mortal world, they could often command ghosts and gods, cast down immortals and demons, and stand at all times in the position of administering punishment on Heaven's behalf. Beyond the nature of altar thunder, this also owed much to the wondrous Heavenly Register.
But with primordial qi no longer manifest and the Thunder Palace destroyed, such authority had been greatly diminished. Though its Divine Status remained intact, suppressing the various paths and patrolling the world as in ages past was no longer possible.
Now,