As Chen Fei personally took the field, he directly shattered the enemy army that had come in pursuit. Along with them, several of the ministers who had shouted the loudest were also settled by Chen Fei after the autumn harvest.
Mighty power belonged to oneself, so Chen Fei naturally cared about keeping his thoughts unobstructed.
The fourth illusion... the fifth illusion...
As the eighth illusory world broke down in silence and turned into streams of voidlike light, Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu's consciousness did not sink into darkness for long before a far more majestic power drew them down into a world whose scale far surpassed every illusion before it.
Before the light and shadow before his eyes had fully stabilized, Chen Fei already felt its entire body wrapped in a kind of World Vital Energy he had never experienced before. This vital energy was incomparably pure, carrying a vast Dao charm that was utterly clear and sacred, washing away all filth.
Chen Fei focused and looked over. What entered his sight was no longer the palaces and terraces of the mortal world, nor the blessed lands of cultivators, but a true immortal spectacle that transcended the mundane.
Beneath his feet was a ground paved from strange material, warm and smooth as jade, with faint golden streams of light flowing through it. This ground was boundless, extending all the way to the end of his vision.
In the distance, one majestic palace after another, vast beyond imagination, floated above an endless sea of clouds. Golden palaces and silver halls, carved beams and painted rafters, ten thousand rays of rosy light, a thousand strands of auspicious colors.
Every tile, every pillar, had been forged from the finest immortal gold and divine jade, engraved with complex and profound Innate Dao Patterns. They