In a grand hall, the lamps were dim, incense coiled in the air, languid music echoed without end, and many Bright Concubines and gorgeous women stood or sat, with even more crawling on the floor. No matter the posture, it was all a view to behold.
In the center of the hall, the Master sat cross-legged, his Magic Body stretching over ten zhang. Women lay sprawled over him like little cats.
Suddenly there was a soft snap. Among the ten thousand glazed treasure lamps in the dome, one suddenly cracked, a drop of lamp oil falling and landing on the Master's shoulder.
The Master slowly woke up from meditation and began to calculate.
The light of the ten thousand glazed treasure lamps in the dome could illuminate the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds; they were a top-tier Heaven-and-Earth-monitoring Immortal Artifact, refined over tens of thousands of years. For a lamp to crack at this moment was a sign that a great matter was out of harmony.
