When night fell, the sky, which had been overcast for days, finally cleared. The cycle of stars filled the sky, and the starlight shone brilliantly, outshining the moonlight.
In the workshop outside the Divine Capital, a man in a blue robe stood leaning against the railing of a small building. He looked up at the sky, his gaze falling on the North Pole, and a smile slowly curved his lips.
"The Emperor Star has shifted, and finally, the moment has come."
The young man, whose appearance was unremarkable, lightly tapped the wooden railing and spoke to himself with a smile: "First, lure the Imperial College Sacrificial Officer Mo Yiling out of the Divine Capital, then force Uncle Earth to retreat, making both think you are seizing the opportunity to sweep the court. Yet, they don't know that you wish to grasp the Dao Fruit of the Emperor in the palm of your hand. However, what you do aligns with my intentions, dear brother."
