Walking out of White Emperor City, the celestial staircase beneath their feet stretched endlessly toward the distant borders.
Its layers were countless, densely packed,
making the crowd standing at the front feel as if they might dominate the heights overlooking the world.
Dozens of servants carried sacrificial offerings in their hands, standing at the base of the celestial staircase as it descended bit by bit, leading toward the earth.
Meanwhile, Chu Feiyang descended from the heavens with his entourage, following the grand procession for the ritual.
Xu Zimei and Feng Buxiu walked in the rear. Along the way, Feng Buxiu was explaining, "The sacrificial offering is the most significant event of White Emperor Mountain. Without it, no one can enter."
"But hasn't the White Emperor already left? What's the point of this?" Xu Zimei inquired with curiosity.
"There are many inexplicable matters in this world," Feng Buxiu replied.
