Above an ethereal sea of clouds.
There was a vast, clear lake.
The lake water was like a mirror, reflecting a towering divine hall on the shore.
The divine hall was entirely black, standing by the lake as if it had been there for who knew how many billions upon billions of eras—heavy, ancient, profound, suppressing all.
Li Yue appeared above the smooth, mirrorlike surface of the lake, rings of ripples spreading outward beneath his feet.
His figure was reflected clearly on the lake's surface.
He wore white robes like snow, his black hair draped over his shoulders, and a trace of curiosity rested on his delicate face.
He seemed just like a young man ignorant of worldly affairs, who had accidentally strayed into a supreme immortal realm.
"Is this the Supreme Divine Hall?"
Li Yue stepped forward, ring after ring of ripples sweeping out beneath his feet as he walked toward the black divine hall ahead.
From his direction, he could see that the black divine hall faced the lake directly. The great doors of the hall were shut, making it seem especially still and quiet.
He looked around again.
This was very clearly an independent heaven and earth. He did not know where it existed; even a hundred billion light-years away, there were still immeasurable ethereal white clouds.
Standing beneath the towering divine hall.
Li Yue reached out and pushed open the great doors of the hall.
His gaze turned into the divine hall, and at once his entire body went rigid. His pupils contracted violently, and a chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He had already forgotten how many years it had been since he had felt this way after becoming a Deity.
"How could it be like