The Windheed Pavilion encompassed a city that stretched thousands of miles. The clusters of buildings somewhat resembled Myriadmile City. From above, it looked like a sea of stars in the night sky, clustered together to form a brighter whole. The chains of tall buildings intermingled with parks, ponds, and beautiful facsimiles of nature that seemed organic, but were precisely designed and constructed. A relaxing breeze blew past the land in the sect, causing wind chimes to crisply tingle like the laughter of young maidens.

But this day, a cloud of gloom loomed over the gigantic city, within which was gathered millions of constelliers. Tens of millions of normal gods also ran about in a panic. As one of the higher-ranked sects, they weren't weak as a whole and could barely be considered half as potent as the Blueblood Starocean, which was ranked tenth. They had four million elites and more than forty million normal...