The Imperial Pole Hall, where morning court was held, was of unknown vastness, visibly spanning more than ten thousand zhang. With several hundred high ministers of the Immortal Dynasty arrayed within, it still seemed exceedingly empty.
Profound rule-based spells of the Sumeru mustard seed had clearly been employed within the hall.
With a seemingly ordinary step, spirit patterns flickered beneath one's feet, and one's figure seemed to cross a hundred li. Even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator needed more than ten breaths to walk from the hall doors to the imperial steps.
Looking up, one saw that the dome was not brick or stone, but a vast, ceaselessly revolving river of stars-the Great Jin Heavenly Cycle Map!
Within it, the territorial fortune of the eight circuits and Ninety-Nine Provinces flickered in and out of sight. Mountains, rivers, cities, and fortified passes were faintly visible, secretly corresponding to the trajectories of this world's highest fortune rules.
It was as though controlling this map meant controlling the lifeblood of the entire Immortal Dynasty.
Spiritual energy of extraordinary density had condensed into thick, milky-white spiritual mist, which flowed slowly across the hall floor. As people walked through it, their robes stirred the air, as though they were treading a sea of clouds.
This spiritual mist was of exceptionally high quality, approaching the level of peak fifth-tier spiritual energy.
Yet within this intoxicating spiritual mist lay an invisible pressure heavier than mountains ten thousand zhang tall!
If an ordinary Golden Core cultivator were here, never mind standing, their bones and sinews would likely be crushed to the point of splitting in an instant, their golden core shattered!
Only true Nascent Soul True Lords-and Nascent Soul True Lords who had mastered the power of laws at that-could remain composed under this pressure and participate in