Golden Dragon steadied his emotions. The comfort of having been suffused with Spiritual Qi loosened the tension between his brows slightly, leaving him in the mood to admire the surrounding scenery.
Closest to them was the Holy City of the Human Race, its style quite unusual.
It was like a fusion of interstellar technology and classical immortal cultivation, making Golden Dragon briefly doubt whether his ancient memories were even accurate.
Was Prehistoric World immortal cultivation really this kind of style?
Golden Dragon followed Su Miao forward, passing through Lingxing Gate and entering the Yaoguang Realm.
The Spiritual Qi here was richer and purer than outside. What a wonderful place.
The scenery of the Yaoguang Realm was also several degrees finer than that beyond it.
In the distance, the Glazed Tiles of Myriad Manifestations Hall shimmered with a warm, jewel-like radiance beneath the sunlight. Farther still lay layers upon layers of Palace Buildings and Spirit Fields, training grounds, Scripture Halls, and Scripture Repositories.
Above were the outlines of Immortal Palaces amid the clouds; below stretched endless Palace Buildings and crowds flowing like woven silk.
Even Golden Dragon could not help but praise it.
"This place of yours is grander than the Heavenly Court!"
Su Miao tilted her head to glance at him, proud and lighthearted.
"Didn't you know? The Heavenly Court is mine too."
Golden Dragon paused at that, then looked her over again from head to toe. The scrutiny in his gaze deepened another layer, as though he were recalculating an estimated value.
"You didn't mention that you'd even become the Heavenly Emperor."
"You didn't ask."
In any case, she had always had a strange fate.
The Heavenly Court, Farm Teachings, an independent universe—over the years he had not been able to see, this girl had amassed a foundation far