The ruins of the Feathered God Dynasty had not truly opened yet. To enter, one needed to wait for the right opportunity.
But with Gai Jiuyou present, none of that was a problem. Li Ping and the others entered the former lands of the Feathered God Dynasty without obstruction.
The Feathered God Dynasty's ruins contained thirty-six minor worlds. Danger lurked everywhere along the way; even Saints who entered would likely meet certain death.
Of course, for Li Ping and the others, the journey had been as smooth as a broad road.
Gai Jiuyou did not even need to act. Li Ping alone was enough to sweep away all the dangers along the way.
After hurrying onward, they finally reached the thirty-third minor world. A stone stele stood at its entrance, inscribed with the words, "Thirty-Third Heaven."
"We're here! This is the place!" Li Ping said.
For a moment, everyone's gaze converged on Li Ping, their eyes full of curiosity.
It was not as if they had failed to notice unusual things along the way. Ordinarily, they should have stopped to study them carefully.
Yet Li Ping had not paused for even a moment, pressing onward without sparing a glance for anything they encountered.
They were not fools. Seeing Li Ping act this way, how could they not realize that he had been heading toward a specific goal?
What puzzled them was that Li Ping had clearly never visited the Feathered God Dynasty's ruins before, so why was he so familiar with this place?
Li Ping walked up to an altar covered in blood grooves. Its design was ancient, and no one knew how many years it had existed.
"It's actually Immortal Tear Green Gold!" Duan De said in astonishment.
A fist-sized piece of Immortal Tear Green Gold, flawless and fresh