High above the Floating Mountain, the golden banners of the Solar Vanguard continued to snap and hiss in the dry, heated wind. Aboard the flagship’s gold-trimmed quarterdeck, Celestial Envoy Bai Ming paced behind the stone railing. He took deep, ragged breaths to steady his racing pulse. Meanwhile, his lieutenants adjusted the focus mirrors of their solar giant crossbows.
Bai Ming remained supremely confident. In his high-born mind, the lower-realm beasts might possess savage physical strength and bizarre demonic illusions. But they were fundamentally ignorant savages scratching in the dirt.
Heaven’s greatest sky monuments were cloaked behind sevenfold multidimensional illusion seals and protected by ancient royal enchantments dating back to the ancient separation of the realms. To mortal eyes, the sky was merely empty blue space. They could never understand the grand machinery of Heaven.
Down on the cedar terrace, however, Lin Xiao was already conducting a thorough upkeep check of the ceiling.
While Bai Ming was preening and shouting down from his chariot, Lin Xiao’s semi-clear blue body had quietly released a cluster of tiny fluid droplets into the mountain breeze.
Each droplet was smaller than a speck of cedar pollen, spun from the purest, zero-drag non-Newtonian superfluid of his Primordial Chaos core. Possessing zero spiritual weight and zero detectable magical fluctuations, these tiny fluid probes were carried aloft by the scorching heat updrafts rising from the mountain summit.
