In the ethereal high heavens, clouds surged in a boundless, hazy expanse.
Above the majestic White Jade City, countless steps cascaded downward.
In the vast palace at the very peak, only two figures stood—one in gold, one in purple.
The colossal Daoist Palace revered Tai Yang as its sovereign and the Thunder Core as its law.
The Daoist in the purple robe stood with his hands at his sides, asking softly,
"Senior Brother, your trip to the Nanzhan Continent... is it because of Yu Shenxiu?"
The Immortal Dao Emperor known as Ji Fuyao nodded slightly.
"I was in seclusion, preparing for the next Luotian Dao Discussion.
Unexpectedly, Yu Shenxiu's Yang Qi Taiyin Heaven began to tremble, causing a disturbance in the Tai Yang Golden Position. I had no choice but to emerge and investigate."
A True Monarch who holds a Golden Position must align with its imagery and follow its Daoist track.
The purple-robed Daoist was, of course, well aware of this principle.
