Ten billion Dao Dynasty officials stood on the ground, gazing up at the sky. Like Chu Tiancheng, they were all stunned into a stupor.
After a long moment, the Three Dukes rose, and the Nine Ministers performed their rites:
"We, your subjects, pay our respects to Your Majesty!"
The high officials on the great thrones in the sky bowed. On the ground, the ten billion officials all kowtowed, their voices thundering like a mountain.
"We, your subjects, pay our respects to Your Majesty!!"
The Lord of the Dao Dynasty slowly sat down upon the Chaos Meditation Mat in the high heavens. He gave a slight nod, his voice booming like the morning bell and the evening drum:
"My ministers, you may rise."
The great voice washed over their souls. Chu Tiancheng was suddenly dazed, yet it also felt like a sudden enlightenment. Countless mysteries and principles seemed to be contained within that single sound. He was immersed in it, captivated by it...
