Grand Formation

Niu Dali steered the topic toward the Heavenly Demon Palace's successor, naturally to test Meng Zhao. Yet faced with Meng Zhao's reaction, he now found himself tangled in hesitation.

He truly could not figure out whether this man calling himself Bi Yanye was the person he had guessed him to be.

But he soon set aside the doubts in his heart. Whether he was or not was unimportant. What mattered was that Meng Zhao truly gave him a "heart-stirring" feeling. Drawing closer, approaching him, and befriending him would surely bring benefits, never harm.

While this small group chatted in hushed tones, the main party, led by the Immortal Palace Senior Disciple, swept toward the mountain peak that pierced straight into the clouds.

Not one person present was below the Innate Realm. Their true qi was all wondrous and formidable, and their lightness skills rivaled flying birds. Though the distance seemed vast, they crossed it all in barely a quarter of an hour.

The group arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Immortal Palace stood. Before them rose a towering peak hundreds of zhang high, standing amid the clouds. Its mountainside was grayish white and thickly scattered with rocks, while all manner of precious plants had been cultivated across it.

It was obvious that someone had expended enormous effort and wealth to clear away every tree, flower, and blade of grass that had originally covered the mountain, replacing them with these rare treasures. They gleamed in a riot of colors, their medicinal aura curling through the air.

Looking up, they saw soft, marshmallow-like white clouds transformed into hundreds and thousands of shapes. Some resembled savage beasts, some ancient trees, some streaking bolts of lightning, and some swords and blades. The countless forms composed a breathtaking spectacle.

From the summit