Capital.
Chen Nuanyu clutched her heart, quietly standing at the inspection zone on the edge of the capital, an overwhelming sense of unease surging in her heart.
She softly asked:
"Whatâs happening...?"
The fellow cultivator accompanying her softly spoke:
"The Divine Mirror of Twin Lights, anyone entering the capital for the first time will be detected by it."
"Your cultivation, your past, will be partially reflected."
Seeing the astonishment on the girlâs face, the fellow cultivator lowered his voice:
"But rest assured, typically your cultivation is first reflected by the âDemon Revealing Mirrorâ...for people like us with low cultivation, the âHigh Heaven Mirrorâ wonât reveal our past."
"After all, not even a Celestial Human, thereâs no way to cause any trouble in the capital, not even a ripple."
Chen Nuanyuâs tense expression slightly relaxed. So thatâs how it is.
But still...
She silently placed her hand over her heart again.
Inside, resides a group of Divine Spirits.
This feeling...isnât very good.
It seems she is being used as some sort of special container, a kiln, nurturing those Divine Spirits.
Chen Nuanyu can clearly feel a certain trait of hers is continuously being lostâtraits brought by that strand of Six Ding Divine Fire.
Sweat appeared on her palms, her body hair stood on end, and her toes tingled slightly.
From head to toe, she felt uncomfortable everywhere, a heaviness on her chest akin to a Giant Stone pressing down.
âDing!â
The signal light of the guiding board turned green, the metallic barrier of the inspection zone slowly opened, and the fellow cultivator breathed a sigh of relief:
"Weâve all passed the check... letâs go."
"To the capital."
Chen Nuanyu followed behind him, cautiously stepping out of the inspection zone, crossing a massive bridge, and was stunned by the incredibly vast city before her eyes.
"Is this...a city?"
"Majestic, isnât it?" The fellow cultivator said with a smile: "In fact, itâs more like a mountain, no, more like a towering pillar."
"Thatâs why we also call it Celestial Pillar City or Tianshan City."
"Of course, most people refer to it asâCelestial Capital!"
Chen Nuanyu did not reply, but just stared, dumbfounded at the magnificent scene before her.
Standing on this spot looking out, it doesnât seem like a city.
More like a âgiant steel treeâ or a âcelestial pillarâ, piercing through the clouds, connecting the earth and the Celestial Vault,
Countless buildings either stack vertically or wind upwards along a central pillar, forming a spiral,
The overall outline doesnât appear to be a smooth cylinder, but a terrace-like structure, robust with a sense of power!
"The main body on which countless buildings depend...or should I say the trunk, what is it?" Chen Nuanyu asked intuitively.
The fellow cultivator shrugged, replied:
"Itâs said to be something called âJianmuâ, it sounds like a tree, but Iâve knocked on Jianmuâs shell before, its texture isnât wood."
Chen Nuanyu licked her dry lips, her gaze still glued to this uniquely shaped city,
A vertical, spiraled, city clinging to the Jianmu...
For a long time.
Chen Nuanyu arduously withdrew her gaze, softly asking:
"Now, where are we going?"
"Going down below, to the bottom of the city." The fellow cultivatorâs face showed a faint smile: "Rest for a while, then a significant figure will meet you."
"Who?" Chen Nuanyu asked instinctively.
"The Pope."
The fellow cultivatorâs voice suddenly turned solemn and respectful, giving Chen Nuanyu a tingling sensation on her scalp.
Just like that, she was led into this column-shaped city known as Celestial Capital, to a modest inn located at the base of Jianmu.
Upon entering the room,
Chen Nuanyu sat uneasily on the bed, her heart tightening, pondering about the soon-to-arrive âPope of the Western Sectâ,
and it was at this moment.
âKnock!!â
A gentle knocking sound echoed by her ears, and the girl abruptly jumped off the bed.
Here it comes!
It isâCelestial Venerate!
The tightness in her heart suddenly eased, and then she relaxed both her body and Soul Spirit, following that inexplicable guidance, upward, upward, and upward.
Similar scenes were happening elsewhere.
Itâs the Buddha Son on the other end of Celestial Capital, itâs Shi Zhengyuan from the Golden Province, and also Shen Baobao deep within the Star Sea, studying an ancient relic...
And under the Other Shore World in Yin Changâan.
A certain girl was still curling up in Yin Changâan, tirelessly trying to communicate with a certain being through a sacrificial array,
While in the city, in the Taiji Hall.
âKnock!!â
A ripple spread out, the Northern Emperor suddenly looked at the High Heaven Order placed beside him.
"Summoning... who is summoning?"
The Northern Emperor raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, did not resist the summoning force, letting a wisp of his split consciousness be drawn upward, upward.
At first, it was a foggy scene before his eyes, unable to see even an inch away.
Then there was light, profound yellow light.
"Buzhou Mountain??"
The Northern Emperor raised an eyebrow, seeing a straight profound yellow waterfall, still ascending under the guidance of the summoning power.
Finally.
He reached the top of the profound yellow waterfall, standing on a section of white jade stairs, and above, was a grand, solemn Taoist Palace.
Eight Sceneries Palace.
The investigative look on Emperor Ziweiâs face vanished entirely, a tremor in his heart, suddenly silencing.
Vague silhouettes appeared, so dim that even he couldnât see clearly.
Including himself, there were nine people.
"One is missing?" The Buddha Son looked around: "Whoâs missing?"
Miss Mingyue shook her head, staring at an unfamiliar dark silhouette, softly spoke:
"No, two are missing."
"The sixth seat and the ninth seat are both gone."
All eyes turned towards the Northern Emperor.
.........
In the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Zhang Fusheng did not immediately open the door of the Taoist Palace, letting those waiting outside enter.