Jiang Wen naturally didn't know the mood of the Feather Cloud Clan people. At this moment, he had already walked into the main hall of the royal city.
This place surpassed even the Pure Yang Cave Heaven, truly bringing all the beauty of the world into the hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw thousands of golden lights rolling with red rainbows, and auspicious clouds spraying purple mist.
Looking at the towering dragon pillars and window frames, they were a deep, clear blue, crafted from glazed glass; bright and dazzling, adorned with precious jade.
Beneath the hundred-zhang dragon pillars, they stood densely packed like a forest.
Looking again at the guards in the hall, all of them had long necks and three heads, wearing golden armor and wielding halberds.
Clouds arose with their steps, and the sea flowed with their movements.
Red light flickered all around, and purple energy drifted leisurely.
A green-robed pageboy reeled back the curtain, and Jiang Wen saw a person sitting on a high pavilion in the hall, wearing a far-traveling crown, dressed in a blue dragon-patterned robe, and holding a cold jade tablet.
"This is one of the Heavenly King's Four Great Protectors—Qing Shuang Dharma King."
"Qing Shuang Dharma King?" Jiang Wen thought the name sounded very similar to his Qing Shuang Sword, but he didn't ask much and strode forward.
Welcoming maids followed quietly, carrying lanterns to dispel the mist.
Although he was in the hall, it felt as if he were walking above the Heavenly Palace.
The top of the palace was like a ten-thousand-zhang high blue sky, with glittering stars and a clear sun and moon.
Moreover, mountains, rivers, grass, and trees flourished everywhere in the hall, resembling a vast landscape.
Among them, spiritual beasts leaped and dragons climbed.
If someone wasn't leading the way, one might get lost within a few steps.
The vast mist in this hall was extraordinary, formed by the evolution of spiritual energy.
If demons and evil spirits entered it, they would be swallowed by the mist.
If outsiders entered it, they would get lost in the mist.
Therefore, those who usually entered were guided by lantern-carrying maids before reaching the Heavenly King's main hall.
Along the way, gods appeared and spiritual beasts became aware.
Thousands of buildings and myriad palaces were all within this one great hall.
It was hard to imagine how magnificent the royal city was, what a grand and splendid place it must be.
Finally, the maid waved her lantern.
The thick fog dissipated, revealing a hundred-zhang-high gate.
At this moment, bright rays of sunlight shone, and green mist lingered, with colorful feathers flying in the air and red crests.
Pillars lined with jade unicorns, golden and radiant.
Two great generals stood at the door, one with a face like splashed blood, wearing golden armor, holding an iron halberd in his right hand and an iron scepter in his left, riding a black cloud on an iron horse.
The other with a blue face displaying mighty power, golden armor and a fire-red robe shining brightly.
His eyes were like lightning, and his claws were like golden hooks.
The two stood at the door and stopped them when they saw them approaching.
"Do you have the Heavenly King's decree?" the general spoke, his voice like rolling thunder.
Jiang Wen observed their strength and could see that both of them were in the quasi-Dao Palace realm.
Perhaps they were not as strong as those in the Dao Palace realm, but they were not far from it.
"This is the decree," the maid presented a token, and the general examined it.
The two looked at each other and nodded, moving aside and waving their hands at the gate together.
They shouted in unison, "Open!"
The gate trembled, shining with golden light.
The maid gestured to Jiang Wen to enter, and he stepped in without hesitation.
The golden light dissipated, and the world changed.
This place was already different from the main hall. Although it was solemn and respectful, it also had a bit more vitality.
Red carpets were laid, and glass lamps illuminated the way.
The music was faint, long, and melodious.
Jiang Wen walked in the hall, looking around. There were boys and dancing girls making music and singing songs.
There were also maids holding trays, walking by in a hurry, and then leaving at the Heavenly King's signal.
"You've come," the Heavenly King asked.
"I have come to pay my respects to the Heavenly King," Jiang Wen said without any timidity.
"I will naturally keep the promise I made last time.
Since you want me to guide you, come in," the Heavenly King said, and the maids pulled back the beaded curtain.
Jiang Wen strode in and came before the Heavenly King.
This woman, who was at the apex of power in Tai Cang, was now wearing casual red and yellow clothes.
She was reclining on a couch, supporting her head with one hand.
Although she was the majestic Heavenly King, she now had a bit more of an alluring beauty.
Compared to when they first met, Jiang Wenji had more of a kingly aura.
She looked at Jiang Wen with her phoenix eyes, her expression unchanging.
She slowly sat up and put on her gauze robe.
"Let's go," Jiang Wenji said, pointing at Jiang Wen.
The world shifted, and the two instantly changed places.
Looking around, he saw that he was surrounded by books.
They were densely packed, reaching to the top.
This place was incomparably wide, with countless prayer mats.
Colorful rays of light surged, like a rainbow descending into the world.
"This is my library, and also where I meditate," Jiang Wenji said calmly.
She glanced at the various books on the shelves, revealing a hint of nostalgia.
"These all record the cultivation methods of the hundred sects, whether they are from foreign races or the myriad races of Tai Cang, their secret techniques and battle arts are all recorded here."
"This is truly like the Heavenly Langhuan descending into the world," Jiang Wen smiled.
"If you are interested, you may read them, I grant you permission," Jiang Wenji said, then sat down on a prayer mat.
"Today, if you have any doubts, you can tell me. I will tell you everything I know."
"Then I will respectfully accept your offer," Jiang Wen said without being polite, sitting on a prayer mat facing Jiang Wenji.
The two had not seen each other for a long time, and this time he could finally see Jiang Wenji's current appearance clearly.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Wenji asked.
"I have offended you," Jiang Wen quickly apologized.
"It's okay, I won't hold it against you," Jiang Wenji excused Jiang Wen's offense, looking at the man in front of her who was neither humble nor arrogant.
For many years, no one had been able to be so relaxed when facing her, daring to look directly at her.
This kind of thing was indeed offensive, and she would usually punish it severely.
But for some reason, when facing the person in front of her, Jiang Wenji had no intention of punishing him.
He was very similar to that familiar person, an old friend who had died more than ten thousand years ago.
"I have something I would like to ask the Heavenly King," Jiang Wen bowed, and then asked some of his doubts.
Such as the Saint, and the realm above the Saint.
Jiang Wenji told him without reservation, telling him why a Saint was a Saint, and what realms there were above the Saint: "A Saint is a perfect being, gathering the five elements of Qi to form the roundness of heaven and earth.
Transcending the ordinary and peeking into the void, this is a Saint."
"And above that is the Human Immortal, the Human Immortal.
That is also where I am now.
I have just stepped into this realm, and I don't know much.
I have read ancient books, and there are descriptions of Human Immortals on them."
"Mixing the three or five palaces, accumulating and changing for hundreds of millions of years.
Cutting off the fetal tree and giving birth, forever severing the roots of the blood corpse.
The seven ancestors disperse the accumulated stagnation, reversing the brilliance and ink into profound mystery.
Ten thousand Qi generate ten thousand fluids, all transforming into Human Immortals."
"Mixing the three or five palaces…" Jiang Wen didn't understand something, but he didn't think about it anymore.
After all, he had not yet entered the Saint realm, and the Human Immortal was too far away.
He bowed to Jiang Wenji, thanking her for her words of explanation.
The two then discussed the Dao, with Jiang Wen speaking less and thinking more.
Jiang Wenji was clearly well-versed in learning and literature, allowing Jiang Wen to gain much enlightenment.
When things were about to end, Jiang Wen bowed again.
Then he took out an object from his arms and handed it to Jiang Wenji: "Thank you for your guidance, Heavenly King, this is my gift to the Heavenly King."
Jiang Wenji took the thing Jiang Wen handed over and looked at it carefully in her hand.
It was a small figure carved from red jade, a woman.
Her face was similar to hers, but it gave Jiang Wenji a different feeling.
"What is this…" Just as Jiang Wenji was about to ask Jiang Wen where this thing came from, she suddenly saw the jade carving move.
She was puzzled and wanted to see what would happen.
She saw the jade figure transform, and then it became the appearance of that Wu Ji.
"Finally, finally, I have the opportunity," Wu Ji looked at Jiang Wenji, a smile appearing on her charming face.
"Another me, you'd agree, wouldn't you?"
