On the Golden Throne, Fang Cheng's gaze was like lightning, sweeping over this hall constructed by his will.
Light streamed in through the long stained glass windows on both sides, casting colorful pathways on the ground, like ribbons running through the entire hall.
Towering golden stone pillars resembled arms holding up the sky, supporting the grand semicircular dome, making the hall appear even more majestic.
He slowly lifted his head, gazing towards the dome above.
There was no carved beams or painted rafters, but rather a vast cosmos mirrored here.
Countless points of light quietly flickered in the deep darkness, like dazzling stars.
As though meticulously arranged by the hand of a god, compressing the boundless celestial dimensions here.
And in the center of this starry sky, there hung a mass of the most dazzling golden light.
Its size was tens of times larger than any surrounding star, like an eternal, indestructible sun, reigning over this spiritual cosmos.
