The third year of the Great Xia, August 12th.
Deep within the Inner City, behind the main building lies the Star-picking Hall.
The Star-picking Hall stretches only thirty meters long, at most a third of the front main building, but as its height matches that of the main building and is constructed thirty meters above it, coupled with its small area and densely arranged coal furnaces, providing more light sources, it ends up looking even more imposing and luxurious than the main building.
Especially since seven days ago, after Li Xuanling successfully gave birth, Xia Hong took the Holy Tripod from her room and placed it at the top of the open platform in the center, undoubtedly adding a divine aura to the entire Star-picking Hall.
Atop the Star-picking Platform, Xia Hong sat cross-legged in front of the Cold Ruins Tripod, staring at the Yang Yuan Elixir in his hand, furrowing his brows.
