The Grand Basilica, Empyrean Hall, thirty-six ancient star-orbs hung high beneath the vault, circling day and night, casting the entire hall in blazing gold.
The floor was laid from a single piece of riverborn celestial jade, polished bright enough to reflect a person's face. Every inch of it carried the weight of absolute authority.
This was the core of the Celestial Palace's power, the holy ground countless cultivators across the heavens looked up to. On ordinary days, the hall was always orderly and severe. But today, a suffocating stillness had sealed over everything.
Godric sat on the seat of honor in the Empyrean Hall. He wore the black Hall Master robe trimmed in gold. At its hem were embroidered patterns of divine clouds across the nine heavens and myriads of beasts bowing in worship.
A purple-gold crown rested on his head. His face had always been stern and imposing, the kind that naturally looked down on all living things.
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