The scorching and fierce Immortal Light and the icy eternal starlight converge upon the sky, layers upon layers of glass-colored clouds churn below, illuminated by this terrifying radiance to appear exceedingly magnificent, like a boiling sea of multicolored lava.
Upper Realm, within the Fairy Palace.
Immortal mist swirls, the heavenly sound faintly emerges.
Immortal Ancestor Feng Ting sits upon the Immortal Platform, dressed in a snow-colored Immortal Robe, with star rivers' birth and death, primordial chaos opening up with Immortal Patterns flowing upon his robe.
He slowly raises his hand, countless threads of subtle laws tremble along, an ancient plate flies out of the void, suspended above his palm.
Holy Spirit Plate.
Feng Ting's gaze falls upon the Holy Spirit Plate, his deep eyes akin to an abyss, slowly breaking the tranquility, his calm expression noticeably sinking.
He falls into contemplation, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the Holy Spirit Plate:
