Xiao Hua had no time to inspect the Xuzhou Ding. Instead, he looked down into the depths of the earth. The Netherworld aura spilling out had not increased much because the Xuzhou Ding was gone, and after those Netherworld Winds rushed into the strata, they were gradually washed dim by the Yang aura of Cangxian Continent. Even if they truly dispersed onto the surface, they would not harm the common people of Xuzhou.
"Lucky!" Xiao Hua finally set down his hanging heart. Delighted, he looked at the Xuzhou Ding, opened his mouth, and sprayed out a mouthful of true qi, drawing it into his middle dantian.
"Whoosh..." As the Xuzhou Ding fell into his dantian, a strand of providence surged forth from within it. That providence was like a paintbrush touching the previously shattered image, and the entire image began to flow forth once more. Only this time, it was more vivid and more complete.
"Excellent!" Xiao Hua praised, urging his body up from beneath the earth and flying once more toward the North Sea.
Leaving aside Xiao Hua's bountiful gains as he flew toward the North Sea to keep his appointment, at the center of the Ethereal Immortal Palace stood a magnificent vermilion-purple palace. At first glance, this palace resembled the surrounding halls, but upon closer inspection, it was far larger than the rest. And when one flew close, it resembled a towering mountain of ten thousand ren, inspiring awe from below. More wondrous still, every palace, pavilion, and tower in the Immortal Palace seemed to crawl around it, as though submitting to it and protecting it. The nine-colored clouds flowing above this palace scattered ceaselessly like sunlight and sweet rain, falling throughout the Immortal Palace. Whenever a palace received those clouds, it would flash with an unusual radiance,