This night, the Teapot Heaven Space, at the old site of the Prince Mansion.
The Star River above sparkled, the Holy Tree shone silver, and inside was empty.
Above the crown of the Holy Tree, Chen Yuan stood alone in this piece of Heaven and Earth that belonged to him, his eyebrows lowered, waving his sleeve downwards.
Suddenly, thousands of branches of the Yin Mountain Holy Tree trembled, jingling crisply, then swoosh swoosh swoosh, each branch shot downwards like arrows into Heaven and Earth below.
All the branches, as if alive, nimble like snakes, burrowed into the Prince Mansion below, and into the peaks.
Not long after, the Prince Mansion below, the surrounding peaks rumbled, and a trail of glorious light and objects flew out, wrapped up by the branches one by one, a dazzling sight, densely packed, endless in number.
The items inside were strange and terrifyingly brilliant.
