The commotion at the Heavenly Master's mansion could not be concealed from anyone.
It was diminished by thirty feet.
Moreover, the throne and the dragon patterns on the walls were erased.
Other buildings that violated the regulations were all damaged by magic, leaving no place that offended the heavenly laws.
The multitude of gods, upon knowing this, either felt pity, observed with cold eyes, or gloated. The "eldest senior brother," who once commanded respect from the mountains and seas, was now, a hundred years later, merely a Nascent Soul Daoist without a divine title.
Zhou Yi had been cultivating in seclusion at the Heavenly Master's mansion for half a month, without a single visitor, nor had he been summoned by the Heavenly Emperor.
The Heavenly Court governed the Dongsheng Divine Continent, where billions of creatures were at its mercy. Today, disasters struck here, tomorrow, demons arose there; the court was thousands of times busier than the mortal Imperial Court.