Wuji Holy Sect, Star-picking Peak.
This place was perched high above a sea of clouds, where astral winds cut like knives, making it impossible for ordinary disciples to set foot.
The summit had been sliced completely flat, paved with a platform forged from molten Ten Thousand Years Star Iron.
No palaces or halls were built upon it, only a few simple meditation mats and a single cyan jade chessboard.
Qi Yun's true self sat cross-legged on the northernmost meditation mat, his deep blue Daoist robe perfectly still amidst the biting astral winds.
He was not stargazing, nor was he playing chess.
He was merely gazing quietly at a scene manifesting in the air before him—the confrontation between Nether Spring and the Dragon Monarch within the North Sea Dragon Palace's Dao Realm.
When he heard Nether Spring utter the three words "Help me ascend," and then saw him mention the Celestial Demon Well, Qi Yun's true self's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
