*Era of the Dao, Upper Realms, Dao Temple... Pavilion of the Celestial Will*
The atmosphere at the top of the Floating Temple had become one of serenity after the turmoil of the investiture. The jade bells continued to ring at regular intervals, their sound waves purifying the residual Qi of the crowd that had dispersed. Xuan BaiShe stood near a monumental opening, his hands crossed behind his back. He observed the sea of pearly clouds that stretched infinitely beneath his feet, the Yin-Yang symbol on his forehead pulsing with a discreet but constant binary glow.
