Above the floating island.
Li Cheng and Taiyi still sat side by side on the jade steps before the main hall.
One tall and one short, one fat and one thin—it was quite comical.
Li Cheng tilted his head back, gazing at the seven-colored auspicious clouds that had completely enveloped the floating island, and at the illusory heavenly gate standing atop them. His little face was filled with smug pride and vicarious glory.
"The phantom of the heavenly gate has even appeared..."
"Old man, tell me—is my sister awesome or not?"
He spoke to the air, talking to himself.
Then he tilted his little head to one side, pretending to listen intently.
A few breaths later, he curled his lips and muttered under his breath.
"It has to be her. No one else would be so conspicuous."
After thinking it over, he added another sentence.
"What about Duobao and Jinling? Could they possibly be as awesome as Li Wei?"
"Keep stubbornly denying it!"
Beside him, Taiyi acted as if he had not heard a word.
The fat man remained immersed in the dao rhyme of those seventy-two chime strikes, unable to pull himself away.
"So that's how it is. So that's how it is..."
"Ah... Why didn't I think of that before? It can even be molded like this..."
"Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous!"
He slapped his thigh and suddenly stood up, pacing excitedly back and forth on the spot, his massive belly bobbing with every step.
Li Cheng: "..."
The pitch-black giant mountain underwent a sudden upheaval of wind and clouds!
The omen of proving the mythic realm now enveloped this gathering place of Abyss powerhouses as well.
Seven-colored clouds and rosy light spread from the void, covering the entire chaos in the blink of an eye.
The turbid energy