He turned and headed in another direction.
He stopped, changed direction again... and again!
In every direction, phantom towers and palaces filled the lingering mist, like a mirage.
Meng Chuan felt as though he were looking at flowers through fog. Wherever he went, everything looked exactly the same.
It seemed that unless he went over there, the scenery would never change.
"So I have to go, huh..."
Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and advanced cautiously.
This place hardly looked friendly. Better to be careful and stay off the air.
The scenery grew clearer, as though the mist were dispersing, or perhaps he was entering it. The astonishment in Meng Chuan's eyes visibly deepened.
"Is that tall tower the Pangu Heaven-Opening Tower? Then what about that hall? The full appearance of Pangu Divine Temple, which I've never seen?"
Meng Chuan speculated silently. All these things from the outside world had appeared again in this Imagery World.
Is old Lord Pangu still alive? Did he pull me in here... to test what I've learned again and take me as his personal disciple?
His imagination ran wild as he approached. Only then did he clearly see a long river of starlight, like the Milky Way, barring his path to the tower and grand hall.
Whoosh~
The river surged, but barely made a sound. Even so, Meng Chuan's keen senses detected something underwater.
A faint shadow appeared, as though something beneath the water were stretching, constantly twisting and changing. It gradually rose to the surface and revealed itself.
At the same time, Meng Chuan hurried several steps backward as a gray upright stele also emerged from the river.
The stone stele was ancient and substantial, its surface densely engraved with names.
Squinting at it, Meng Chuan found quite a few familiar