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Taixu Heaven, Wa Palace.
Auspicious clouds swirl around, auspicious energy rises, the endless Qi of Creation gathers here, transforming into multicolored clouds that make the entire palace seem like an ethereal dreamscape, magnificent and beautiful.
A man dressed in simple hemp clothing, with a sturdy build and a weathered face, stands quietly on the White Jade Plaza outside the palace.
He has stood here for forty-nine days, enduring the full cycle of seven-times-seven.
During these forty-nine days, he hasn't spoken a word, hasn't moved a muscle, resembling an ancient stone sculpture weathered by time, withstanding the Thirty-Three Heavens' Gang winds that could scatter the souls of Immortal Gods, causing his clothes to become tattered and worn.
He is Chiyou.
He is not being punished, but waiting—waiting for an opportunity that could determine his ultimate destiny.
Finally, on the morning of the fiftieth day.
The palace gates emit a soft creak as they slowly open.
