The beings in Emperor's City are destined to never maintain peace.
Wu Wang's visit to the God of Spring's Divine World today was not simply a casual affair; in the process of relaxing, he was earnestly striving to attend to proper business.
Reflecting on the various events of the past month, Wu Wang also felt a sense of wonder at the whims of fate.
He had, half willingly and half compelled, ascended to the position of the Heavenly Emperor, much earlier than the 'original' story had foretold.
The celestial islands had already vanished into the sky above, with massive patches of white clouds arriving from all directions, obstructing the view of the mortals below.
But, of course, these could not obstruct Wu Wang's view. In fact, if he so desired, he could monitor the progress of the reconstruction of the Old Heavenly Palace into the new Celestial Court from multiple angles and in full detail.
Yun Zhongjun was overseeing this matter, so Wu Wang did not need to worry excessively.
