Amidst the endless starry sky of the Central North, Zhang Qing stood in the void with his sleeves fluttering in the starlight. Surrounding him were four figures: a small Azure Dragon, a small White Tiger, and two others. In truth, one could no longer call them "small"—each of the Four Symbols was dozens of feet in length. Though their might still fell short of the previous generation of Holy Beasts, in size they were scarcely inferior to the true Four Spirits.
"You four little fellows, cultivate diligently within this Ziwei star domain of the Central North. All of you are now above the Golden Immortal realm, and your Divine Senses hold your respective inheritances. Once your cultivation bears fruit, I shall take you to open up a Lesser Chiliocosm, so that you may reclaim the glory of the Four Holy Beasts."
"Roar!" "Caw!" "Awooo!" "Boom!" Four distinct sounds rang out from the mouths of the Four Spirits. A figure standing beside Zhang Qing said, "Alright, alright, stop making a racket. From now on, this Ziwei star domain is your territory. Don't go running around everywhere—cultivate properly, for this Emperor still has to go back to his own cultivation."
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