Li Yue turned his gaze toward it.
It was a nine-story pavilion.
Each story bore a different color, surging with Dao resonance, and was so immense that it rivaled a Chaos World.
Stacked together, the nine stories exuded an inexplicable suppressive might, enough to make any being below Dimension-level tremble with dread.
On the pavilion's topmost story stood a middle-aged man in dark robes, his black hair flying freely.
Apart from him, there were no other beings.
Wisps of Dimension-level aura emanated from him, suppressing the heavens in all directions!
He narrowed his eyes at Li Yue and Gray Valley, who stood outside the Dimension of Myriad Daos, a trace of puzzlement deep in his gaze.
Both gave him the impression that he could not see through them.
Yet neither felt like a dimension-level taboo life.
Strange—
One of them was clearly the Lord of the Eternal Divine Court mentioned in the intelligence, the lord of the Dimension of Myriad Daos. How could he not be Dimension-level either?
Who was the Top-tier Dimension-level being who had slain Wu Dao earlier?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his expression betrayed nothing.
"So it is Fellow Daoist Ming Yan."
"All who come are guests. Please, fellow Daoist."
Li Yue waved a hand.
An elegant, antique gazebo appeared just outside the Dimension of Myriad Daos, with a stone table and two stone stools inside.
Immortal tea steamed gently on the stone table, giving off a delicate fragrance.
He sat on one of the stone stools.
Ming Yan stepped out of the pavilion and sat on the other stone stool.
Gray Valley merely stood quietly behind Li Yue, eyes lowered and expressionless.
At the sight, Ming Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
*An existence even I cannot see through is standing behind this Eternal