Every breath, every heartbeat, every bloom of a flower, every birth, every death – it all generates what they call 'Primal Essence'. That essence is drawn through these subterranean networks, purified through the planetary core, and then pumped upwards through the Pillars. It is the raw material of their immortality.
Xiaochen pointed to a section of the diagram that showed the Pillars piercing through a layer of swirling, ethereal clouds far above the planet. Beyond this cloud layer, the conduits widened dramatically, feeding into what appeared to be a massive, unseen structure floating in the void of space.
"What is this?" Xiaochen asked, his finger hovering over the celestial structure. "This... 'Taixu Palace' you mentioned?"
That is their throne world. Their fortress. Their utopia. B
