High Sky Throne Hall.
A Heavenly soldier rushed in from outside the hall. When he saw Marshal Silver and the ranks of armored troops, he was startled, carefully circled around, knelt, and reported: "Your Majesty, the flower on the Moon Tree—Marshal Silver's blossom—has opened!"
"It has opened?" All the immortals were shocked.
"Did you see clearly? Has it truly opened?"
"How is that possible? Fairy Nisha is dead—how could the blossom still open?"
"That's impossible. It should have withered!"
"Exactly, exactly—one side is dead, the bond is severed. It should have withered!"
"You must have seen wrong, seen wrong."
"Could the other side of the blossom not belong to Fairy Nisha?"
The immortals murmured and exchanged glances; no one could make sense of it.
After a long silence, the Jade Emperor shook his sleeves, his face expressionless as he stared at Marshal Silver. He slowly rose from the dragon throne and declared, "This matter is too strange, defies all reason. Let me consult with Lord Lao before making any decision. Guards, seize Marshal Silver and throw him into the Heavenly Prison!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The surrounding soldiers surged toward Marshal Silver.
A fierce current of energy whirled out from Marshal Silver, instantly scattering the faint clouds within the hall.
A vast spiritual force was gathering.
The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, panic-stricken, backing away and swallowing nervously, not daring to make a move.
All the immortals were alarmed; even the Jade Emperor, who had turned to leave, stopped in his tracks, unconsciously gripping the armrest of his dragon throne.
Everyone present could clearly sense that Marshal Silver had mobilized all his spiritual power.
This was the stance of someone ready to fight to the death.
"Your Majesty—!" he cried, clutching Nisha in his arms.