The old man floated in the air, raising his head to gaze at the incomparably enormous stone pillar.
The pillar was like a mountain range. Looking up, he could not see its end; looking down, he could not see the ground. Layer upon layer of golden clouds surrounded it on all sides, and those clouds likewise had neither top nor bottom, as though he stood within a cylindrical space. The spiritual energy was rich, yet he could not absorb or refine it.
After confirming again and again that this was no illusion, the old man trembled all over with shock and excitement.
It was absolutely a legendary Blessed Land!
He had never imagined that he would encounter a legendary secret realm. As long as he seized and refined it, he would gain benefits beyond imagination!
After his burst of excitement subsided, the old man began trying to leave, while plotting to immediately seize the mountain outside.
After a brief hesitation, he turned and flew straight toward the curtain-like Golden Cloud Layer, plunging headfirst inside. Once he entered the golden clouds, all he saw was mist mixed with gold. He found none of the restrictions he had expected. There was no sound, nor any distinction between up, down, left, right, front, or back. He could only keep flying forward by instinct. The sensation was enough to make heaven and earth spin, leaving his Divine Soul utterly disoriented, and he even lost all sense of time.
When the old man finally passed through the cloud layer, his eyes lit up—then his excited expression abruptly froze. He found himself on the other side of the stone pillar...
In other words, he had flown forward into the Golden Cloud Layer, only to emerge from the clouds behind him.
He frowned and studied it for