Cloud Hidden Peak.
Plaza.
As the battle ended, all things fell utterly silent.
Jiang Ning stood in the field. Snowflakes danced wildly in the cold wind, falling on his shoulders and into the tips of his hair.
He lowered his eyes slightly. From the hard rock beneath his feet came an extremely faint tremor.
He immediately raised his head.
The sky was shaking, and even his vision swayed with it.
It's here, he said inwardly.
Then, ripples of distortion rose in the void, as if someone were stirring a pool of clear water with an invisible hand.
The clouds were dragged into a bizarre vortex. Sunlight passed through the twisted air, refracting into a strange, many-colored halo.
"What is this..." Behind him, Ye Zhengqi's pupils contracted, his expression turning grave.
"It is the people behind Crossing Immortal Gate!" Shen Wenyuan said softly.
At that moment, Jiang Ning also looked toward the center of the vortex.
A pressure quietly spread out, and the air grew heavy.
The birds in the mountain forest made no sound.
Suddenly, a gash appeared out of thin air in the sky above.
At first, it was only a crack, as black as ink and as fine as a strand of hair.
But in the blink of an eye, the crack opened to both sides, turning into a gap about a zhang long.
Countless tiny arcs of lightning leaped along the edges of the gap.
Within the gap was not the empty void one might imagine, but a hazy field of light and shadow.
The outlines of pavilions and towers flickered in and out of sight. Exotic flowers and rare grasses swayed in the wind, and the faint sound of running water could be heard.
It was a world wholly different from the present one, its spiritual