Beyond the heavens.
Golden light emanates in all directions, stretching across the nine skies, enveloping the vast firmament with majestic divine radiance.
On the barrier of the light, Dao Patterns circulate, auspicious aura surrounds, protecting a divine kingdom.
In the deepest part of the divine kingdom, the Purple Mirage Palace rises from the ground, with a thousand layers of Jade Tiers, dragon-engraved columns thrusting into the Yun Xiao.
Chen Sheng reclines against the Jiuxiao Profound Gold Throne, his robe drapes down, his aura restrained, yet he exudes an air of supremacy over the ages.
He lightly twists his fingertips, a round bead the size of a pigeon egg slowly rotates between them, with a gentle halo, the bead's body translucent like Cold Jade, within it a faint white vapor transforms into thousands of spiritual threads, leisurely meandering.
This item is precisely the accompanying mystical treasure concealed in Zhang Jie's mortal body for countless years.
