Amid the worship of the gods, Chen Yang slowly walked toward the Ascension Stairway to the Heavens that led into the depths of the starry sky.
The last time he had set foot upon this long stairway had been more than twenty years ago.
Back then, the Canglan Divine Palace had still been shattered and dilapidated. His immortal cultivation had only just entered the realm of Spiritual Connection, Blood Sun had yet to awaken, and only Fu Yin, Wu Hua, and Ku Yun, the three gods, had accompanied him.
Now, however, the Canglan Divine Palace had long since bid farewell to its former desolation. Purple divine light illuminated heaven and earth, five-colored clouds wreathed the western sky, and it had already regained a trace of its past grandeur and prosperity.
The Divine Palace now had more than ten divine officials and divine envoys combined, able to shoulder many of Chen Yang's affairs within the palace, so he no longer had to personally handle every matter.
Blood Sun had revived, Frost Flower had returned to his place, and both of Chen Yang's cultivation paths had entered entirely new stages.
After recalling all this, Chen Yang felt all the more that time truly was a wondrous thing.
Those scenes from the past surfaced in his mind as though they had happened only yesterday, so vivid and real.
Yet upon careful reflection, he could more clearly sense the force of change concealed beneath the formless passage of time.
None of these changes could have been achieved overnight. They had slowly taken shape through bit-by-bit, unceasing accumulation.
Even Chen Yang's state of mind as he faced this stairway was now utterly different from that of his ignorant younger self.
His Stone Body Incarnation floated before the stairway and came to a halt. Raising his