Yuan Su remained silent. He bowed quietly toward Shangyuan, then stood gazing blankly at the lingering mist.0

Shangyuan tilted his head slightly, as if listening. Before him, something neither solid nor illusory faintly emerged.0

It resembled many things, a robe draped over his shoulders, a stone cradled in his palm, or even a void. Shangyuan lifted his eyes and stared straight into the empty sky.0

The clouds beside him parted, and two indistinct figures slowly materialized. One of them spoke, “Congratulations, Exalted Immortal.”0

The second figure likewise bowed with utmost decorum, then withdrew a golden scroll from his sleeve. With a gentle flick of his arm, the scroll unfurled.0

The two held the scroll between them, presenting it to True Monarch Shangyuan. The one...0