Back at the Tiansang Spirit Palace, it was early morning, and the sun was about to rise.
It'd been almost a day since Xu Xiaoshou and the rest entered the Tianxuan Gate.
Zhao Xidong was fast asleep in a dark room at the side of the Council Hall.
As one of the ones prioritized by the spirit palace for cultivating, he'd been given the very important task of guarding the Tianxuan Gate despite his repeated mistakes.
The room was empty, and, save for Zhao Xidong, who was dead asleep in the room, there was only a table and a purple crystal spirit wheel hovering midair.
The wheel was very intricate and beautiful, with dragons and phoenixes carved into it.
12 white jade pearls were hovering on the wheel, and they looked sapient. All of them brought about a curtain of bluish-green light, which made them look rather mystical.
The Spirit Curtain Wheel of the 12 Pearls.