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The sun wheel tilts towards the west, and nine clear sounds of jade chimes pierce the clouds, proclaiming the end of the seven-day-long imperial ritual, as the worshippers gradually disperse.
Great Sun Temple.
Golden light flowed from all over Chen Sheng's body like a tide, finally condensing into the texture of his skin, the last thread of golden radiance gently quivered between the vertical eye on his forehead, vanishing unnoticed.
With hands behind his back, he stood in the temple, his gaze sweeping across the empty hall, his figure transformed into a stream of pale golden light, appearing in an instant atop the summit of the Source Volcano.
Within the volcano, the source bubbled, flickering stars like a miniature rising sun bursting forth with mighty essence of yang.
Chen Sheng lightly touched the tip of his foot upon a floating Red Flame cloud, his robe fluttering without wind.
