The instant he passed through the golden gate of light, Jiang Ping'an felt the sky spin and the earth whirl, as if he had been swept into a tunnel of space and time. Light and shadow streamed before his eyes at terrifying speed, and a howling wind filled his ears. After an unknown length of time, his feet suddenly found solid ground—they had landed upon a strange land.
Jiang Ping'an steadied himself, raised his head, and looked around. His heart gave a faint jolt.
This was not the interior of the divine palace, but a vast grotto-heaven world.
The sky was dark gold. There were no Sun Moon Stars, yet gentle light spilled down from every direction, illuminating this heaven and earth until all was bright.
The land stretched broad and boundless. In the distance, mountains rose and fell; nearby, rivers wound like ribbons. Dense Primal Qi filled the air, several times richer than even the divine-grade cave abode in Tianque City.
And yet, within this seemingly peaceful world, a faint aura of grim slaughter lingered, making it impossible for anyone to lower their guard.
"This is the grotto-heaven world of the Taiyuan Divine Palace," Lanling Wang said in a low voice, his expression grave. "The records left behind by my clan's seniors mentioned that the Taiyuan Divine Palace was not an isolated building, but a Blessed Land that formed a heaven and earth unto itself. The divine palace itself lies at the core of this world. To reach it, we must first cross this grotto-heaven."
Feng Qing'er spread out her Spiritual Sense and probed the surroundings. A moment later, she said, "This world is enormous. My Spiritual Sense can't detect its boundary. And... I sense many powerful auras. Some are slumbering, some are wandering, and none of them are