In the Heavenly Mandate Realm, everything was as usual. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
In the vast Heavenly Mandate Realm, there were countless cultivators. Everyone was busy with their own matters, working hard in their training. Battles, pillaging, and massacres were happening all the time.
In Brahma's Pure Sky, high above the clouds.
In a palace where clouds and mist lingered, a stunning figure quietly sat. Her jet-black hair danced in the wind behind her. In her mind, there were countless images flashing past. The images seemed to be situations that were really playing out in various parts of the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path.
The images included small clans, ruins, and powerful forces. The countless images were like memory fragments. They formed a complete picture within her mind.
