The Martial Realm.
Above the heavens, purple lightning flickers, the Cloud Sea roils like ten thousand dragons lying dormant.
Hong Sheng stands with folded arms, his robes fluttering noisily, as intangible Dao Rhyme flows around him, causing the winds and clouds to bow in deference.
In his palm rests a dreamy scroll, precisely "Dream Order".
Within the scroll, seal script interweaves, containing mountain and river veins, billions of living beings, harboring the shadow of a world within its shimmering glow.
It is indeed the ethereal Heavenly Source Realm.
Compared to the currently flourishing, heaven-heart perfect Martial Realm, the Heavenly Source Realm is but a grain in the ocean, a speck of dust in the universe, easily borne by just a fragment of land.
"Heaven's intent is vast, heed my command!"
Hong Sheng's voice rings like a great bell, resounding through Jiuxiao, and as he speaks, his fingertip touches the void.
Humming—
