Eight days later, Chengwang Peak.
This place was a towering and perilous peak located on Yuan Cheng Island, near the northern exit of the Dragon Abyss Marsh, and over four hundred li further north lay Cangwu Mountain.
At this moment, clouds and mist churned in the sky above the peak, and a Star Pivot Palace hovered there in suspension. The flying palace was one hundred and fifty zhang in both length and width, with three-tiered pavilions adorning each of its four corners. Its eaves were covered with golden tiles atop black bricks, jade stairs led to golden copper pillars, and vibrant colorful auras swirled and rolled around it.
Fan Changqing sat in the center of the main hall of the palace. Below him, on either side of a row of grand golden copper pillars, a total of twenty Xuan Guang practitioners were seated, ten on each side. Outside the hall, over two hundred Ming Qi realm disciples stood in waiting.
