For him, it had once been nothing more than a fool's hope, never something he truly believed. What made him begin to take it seriously was the day he first felt the immortal energy within the Blue Gold Palace.0

Three hundred meters. Five hundred meters. Blue and red, yin and yang, twined around them, carrying them ever upward. The stairway beneath their feet shone dazzlingly.0

Above, the shattered space seethed ever more violently. It was as though the plane itself was going mad with fury, determined to crush and destroy them. Yet against that monstrous oppression, the Emperors could still see the two-colored stairway stay stable and unyielding, stretching higher and higher.0

Finally, they reached two thousand...0