A hundred years passed, and it was now year 1600 of the octoterra calendar. Su qingluan had the final say in the heavenly court, and no one thought of complaining. Every day, Immortals would look at the octoterra universe and watch the phenomenons that were constantly forming.
The heavenly court had also gradually gotten used to su qingyue holding small court meetings. Unlike Chen jingzhai, who did nothing, su qinghuang had to manage everything, no matter how big or small. Even if there was a demon beast in a certain world causing trouble, she would send celestial troops and celestial generals to fight it.
Thanks to su qingluan's diligence over the past hundred years, the prestige of the heavenly court had been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Although there were some inevitable negative effects, it had also attracted a large number of cultivators and Immortals to join the heavenly court.
