Noticed the arrival of the Seven-colored Fairyland.
Not only Saint Emperor Zhou and Levi.
Upon the Tower of Heaven, Emmon, clad in a red robe, gazed deeply.
"Are the mighty ones of the Energy Sect about to return?"
He was not surprised by any of this.
In truth, long before the grand convergence of planes,
he had already known of the Energy Sect's existence.
Knew that Sauron had once visited Panda World.
Yet, he too was unclear what arrangements Sauron had left behind.
He could only passively await the unfolding of the story, unable to do anything.
"Interesting. Let us watch and wait."
...
Seven-Colored World.
Here, immortal mist swirls, and the peaks hover suspended in midair.
Waterfalls hang upside-down from the Nine Heavens above; birds and beasts weave through the mountain woods.
Saint Emperor Zhou tread upon auspicious clouds and watery vapor, roaming freely.
He pursued the sound that seemed to call from antiquity itself.
