Qin Fengming stood before the people who had just come in.
At that moment, everyone was looking ahead at the vast region shrouded in rosy light. There, tall palaces that looked as though they had been built from solid ice rose one after another, stretching into the distance.
They should not merely have looked like solid ice. The halls should actually have been carved from solid ice.
Standing before the vast cluster of palaces, the strange feeling they had previously experienced—that of facing the heavenly palaces of the Immortal Realm—had not weakened. Instead, it had grown even more intense.
Amid the clouds and mist filled with rosy light, the towering halls appeared so majestic and sacred that merely looking upon them stirred reverence and the urge to worship.
Standing there, no one spoke for a time.
A sudden ripple appeared behind them. A figure abruptly materialized from within the towering archway, then flashed and dropped to the ground.
"Fellow Daoist Han, you've finally made it in." Only after the figure had steadied himself did everyone withdraw their gazes and look toward the newcomer.
Han Lian's face was slightly pale. It was obvious that breaking the restriction on the ice wall had cost him a great deal of mental and soul power, causing a considerable loss to his soul energy.
Han Lian was skilled in formations, so it was perfectly normal for his personal strength to be slightly inferior to that of cultivators at the same tier. Moreover, the restriction here required one to shatter the ice wall through one's own power, which made things rather difficult for him.
The most troublesome point was that everyone here possessed soul bodies, with no magical treasures or storage items on them. In other words, they had no other objects at all. Even if