The three of them were disheveled, their pure white robes now in disarray.
They were frantically swinging their fists, pounding at the invisible barrier before them, clearly roaring in anger, yet the various ones within the Palace of the Polestar could hear no sound.
Shen Yi turned back, his body already seated majestically upon that grand throne.
Above his head were the Thirty-Three Heavens, where Pure Qi obscured his visage, and the Heavenly Dao rumbled like thunder. Merit Power gathered around him, transforming into a wide Emperor's Robe, encompassing all beings, vast and magnificent, making it unbearable to gaze directly upon.
The Imperial Crowns hung down, completely covering his face shrouded by Pure Qi, with eyes as deep as the universe behind, as if they could pierce through everything.
At this point, the Immortal Emperor had returned to his position, the great tribulation concluded.
"This!"
