The ten-thousand-li mantle of bruised purple clouds didn’t scatter in a storm of violent wind.
Deprived of its execution payload and stripped of its cosmic wrath, the gathered storm simply let go. High in the stratosphere, the dark, choking canopy of void-clouds began to soften, unraveling like delicate silk ribbons caught in a warm spring current. The bruised purple hue bled into soft lavender, then into spun amber, and finally into a blinding, amazing liquid gold that bathed the entire eastern horizon in warm, radiant twilight.
Then, from the dissolving heavens, the dew began to fall.
It wasn’t rain. Rain fell in cold, heavy drops that pelted leaves and turned mountain roads into dangerous bogs.
This was the legendary Empyrean Golden Dew—a ghostly, weightless precipitation born from the complete body-energy transfiguration of the Ninth-Tier Sky-trial. Having passed through Lin Xiao’s boundless Primordial Chaos Void, the billions of tons of hyper-tightly packed Yang-star-fire had been stripped of every trace of destructive intent. What remained was the purest, most packed life-affirming life-force recognized by the Great Dao.
The dew dropped across the Grand Defile, Cloud-Piercing Pass, and three surrounding mountain ranges in a shimmering, rainbow-bright veil. Millions of tiny golden droplets drifted lazily through the calm air. It glowed like fallen stardust in the warm afternoon sun.
