Meanwhile, high atop Jade Capital Mountain, there was a place that Immortal Officials and palace attendants could no longer approach.
Above ten thousand layers of cloud, a great hall hung deep within the mountain summit. No bridges or steps surrounded it. Only nine purple-gold rivers of fortune descended from the void, circling the hall like nine heavenly dragons without heads or tails.
There were no palace servants or imperial guards outside the hall. Only two ancient bronze statues of gods stood at the edge of the cloud sea, holding axes, jade tablets, long halberds, and golden lamps. Their faces were indistinct, yet they possessed an austere majesty.
This hall was called the Soaring Sky Dream-Observing Terrace. It was not among the palaces known to the court officials, nor was it recorded in the Immortal Dynasty's atlases.
The entire hall was built from dragon-pattern divine stone. Rather than tiles, its roof had a circular skylight.
Beyond the skylight, neither stars nor the bright moon could be seen. There was only an endless, surging sea of fortune clouds, sometimes becoming vast mountains and rivers, sometimes the lamplight of countless millions of common people, and sometimes gathering into a purple-gold true dragon coiled across heaven and earth.
The spiritual qi within the hall was even denser, almost inconceivably so: fifth-tier high-grade.
This was not spiritual qi that ordinary Nascent Soul True Lords could breathe in and refine, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that only Spirit Transformation Venerables could truly assimilate.
Every strand of spiritual qi seemed to have been tempered by fortune rules. If an ordinary Golden Core cultivator sat here for a single breath, rather than making great strides in cultivation, their meridians would likely burst and their divine soul become lost, the spiritual qi crushing them into