Across the Forty-Ninth Heaven, within the Nine Holy Lands—

Inside a grand, floating palace with soaring eaves and sharp, elegant corners, a massive black energy sphere hovered in midair. It was bound by eighty-one streams of radiant, multicolored light, yet still pulsed with an eerie, oppressive glow.

On the jade steps below, veiled in drifting white mist, a strikingly beautiful woman stood in silence, her gaze fixed on the sphere. Pain flickered in her eyes.

She let out a soft sigh.

“My brother… he’s braver than I ever was,” she murmured. “He dares to do what no god would. And now… he’s on the verge of losing his wife. It’s just—”

“Hey—what are you implying?”

She turned sharply, glaring at a red-haired young man behind her.