The divine presence is unparalleled, truly the supreme of the heavens.
This was everyone's first impression upon seeing Song Lin.
No introduction was needed; it was clear who had arrived.
"Our reverence to the Divine Lord!"
The immortals of the Three Realms, Emperors of the Heavens, Gods of the Ten Directions, along with all celestial beings—all bowed in unison.
Protectors, Heavenly Ladies, and Taoist disciples each held fragrant flowers, forming orderly arrangements as Song Lin took the main seat in the Palace of the Polestar.
The Palace of the Polestar rested atop the clouds, its doors wide open, allowing everyone to see Song Lin enthroned within.
The magic meeting commenced, omitting many of the elaborate rituals.
Now, there was no need to worship the heavens or pray to a particular immortal; Song Lin himself embodied the heavens, he himself was the immortal.
Thus, there was no grand ceremony; apart from its scale, it resembled an ordinary banquet instead.
