Moving the immortal palace wouldn’t be an easy task, as evidenced by the fact that the Midheaven Emperor-Lord hadn’t even taken it with him when he fled.

Moreover, the immortal palace was the Midheaven Emperor-Lord’s magical treasure. Without his consent, it couldn’t even be stowed away in a storage ring.

Furthermore, the immortal palace’s dimensions were measured in li. Lu Yang couldn’t possibly carry it all the way from the sun to the sect. That would be far too conspicuous.

Soon, he came up with a good idea. “Could we have the Fate Arbiter use his Spirit Awakening Dao Fruit to transfigure the immortal palace and make it move itself to our sect?”

Yun Zhi looked at her innocent little junior brother, her tone peculiar. “Are you suggesting that we get the Fate Arbiter to bestow life on the immortal palace, then let it fly back to our sect on its own, only for us to dismember it before...