Sacred Angel of Meng

Gray, murky currents filled the entire space, accompanied by an indescribable chill.

Lu Ming had already entered the unknown space. Although both his vision and senses were obstructed here, he had once traveled through the endless void beyond the realms for years.

Thus, moving about here posed no great difficulty.

Carefully sensing every disturbance around him, Lu Ming advanced sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, without insisting on moving in a straight line.

Instead, he searched forward in a zigzag pattern.

At times, he even deliberately retraced his steps, seeking to understand this place as thoroughly as possible and determine a route for retreat.

So as not to lose his way.

After his limited exploration, he could basically confirm that this space should not be very large. After traveling upward for only around ten thousand li, he had successfully reached a barrier.

This should have been the boundary of the space above. As for what lay beyond it, he could not see anything at all. He had tried attacking it, but since it was difficult to shake, he did not waste any more time.

After winding forward continuously, just as Lu Ming had expected, after traveling roughly sixty or seventy thousand li, he arrived at a high platform.

Steps built from some unknown material stretched upward, leading directly to the top of the platform. Lu Ming roughly estimated that there were over ten thousand steps.

That made the platform appear incomparably immense, like a throne that could anchor the world, radiating enormous pressure.

Yet Lu Ming was not affected in the slightest. His body shot upward, rising to the same height as the top of the platform.

The top of the platform was exceptionally flat. Massive stone pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes encircled the entire platform, and at the center of