August 15th, under the blazing sun, the entire Imperial Palace was bathed in brilliant light. Inside the palace, carved beams and painted pillars gleamed with gold and jade as maids and eunuchs bustled back and forth in a flurry of activity.
However, inside the Empress's bedchamber, a crisis was quietly unfolding.
Lately, having heard that Spirit Rice was not only filling but also immensely beneficial to cultivation, the Empress had ordered the imperial kitchens to prepare dishes with it every day, inadvertently consuming too much. Suddenly, the Rice God seal within her was like a barrel of gunpowder catching fire, erupting violently. An arresting golden light shot into the sky, instantly enveloping the bedchamber as fierce spiritual fluctuations battered everything around like surging sea waves.
Chapter 509