Meng Zhao remained utterly calm. Before Apex Cliff, he walked as though on level ground, extending the index finger of his right hand.
In his own sight, a fine thread of purple-gold silk gradually formed and spread from his fingertip, like silk being drawn and sprouts breaking forth. Like a mischievous little snake, it swayed three or five times, nimbly lengthened and extended, then darted down beneath the cliff like a fierce dragon probing the sea.
Naturally, what Gan Mingfeng saw was another scene entirely, one that looked exceedingly strange and sinister.
From the claw of a purple dragon-man slowly crawled a white silkworm chrysalis with a pair of wings.
Thousands upon thousands of tiny, densely packed eyes emerged upon the chrysalis, shining down below the cliff's edge. Myriad rays of golden light flickered, even dispersing the thick white mist before the cliff.
Only after a long while did Meng Zhao draw back the silken thread. His gaze flickered as he looked down at the dense white fog below the cliff and said, "The depths below cannot be seen, yet there are quite a number of buildings clinging to the protruding rock walls of the cliff. They are craftsmanship so ingenious it steals the work of Heaven itself. Could these buildings also be part of the Nine Heavens Jade Scenery Cloud Array?"
Gan Mingfeng remained silent. He did not even know what Meng Zhao had seen. His own knowledge was limited, so how could he possibly know the truth below? Whatever Meng Zhao said, he would simply listen.
Yet at that moment, Gan Mingfeng's head felt as if someone had smashed it savagely with a wooden hammer. Explosive pain surged through him, making him instinctively clutch his head. Even with his willpower and cultivation, he could not resist this sudden