The Creation Immortal Palace was incomparably vast. Though it had endured countless ages, it remained magnificent and resplendent. Hundreds of millions of strands of Immortal Light crisscrossed and reflected one another, while innumerable Dao rhythms intertwined.
Standing within it, Ning Wangshu could not help but marvel at the intangible pressure pressing down on him.
"As expected of an Immortal Emperor's palace—it truly is extraordinary!"
After his brief sigh, Ning Wangshu immediately quickened his pace, his eyes constantly sweeping the surroundings in search.
He searched for places that might contain opportunities.
Within the Creation Immortal Palace, immortal sense was sealed and could not be projected outward. One could only rely on the naked eye—or rather, instinct—to search.
As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people around him. Everyone gradually scattered to seek their own opportunities.
After an unknown amount of time, Ning Wangshu's body suddenly trembled. In the unseen depths, he seemed to sense some sort of guidance. Though he did not understand why he had such a strange feeling, he still followed that unseen guidance onward.
Before long, he arrived before a grand hall. Its doors were tightly shut, covered in strange Dao marks. At a single glance, they seemed to possess some peculiar allure, drawing his entire consciousness into them.
Ning Wangshu only glanced at them once before daring not to look any longer. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze.
Then, after hesitating slightly, he stepped forward and reached out to push the doors.
Just as his palm was about to touch the enormous doors, the Dao marks upon them suddenly twisted, blossoming with a faint gleam.
When that gleam came into contact with his palm, Ning Wangshu suddenly felt his body shudder slightly. Immediately afterward, a strange aura quietly stirred and emerged from within him.
Ning Wangshu froze.