Just as that exceedingly unlucky white-robed great power encountered this shocking upheaval in the valley, Wei Suo and the others had already arrived on a mountainside covered in several hundred palaces, each hundreds of zhang tall.
This mountainside lay on the Sky-Piercing Giant Mountain, whose upper half was thrust into the Nine Heavens Yin Wind layer, roughly thirteen to fourteen hundred zhang above its base.
At this moment, seven to eight hundred zhang above Wei Suo and the others, masses of Nine Heavens Astral Wind churned and flowed. Faint crimson-gold divine rays also pierced through them, seeming to shoot down from the mountaintop. The aura they carried even made Wei Suo's hair stand on end; their power seemed greater than the Golden Wind Fire Threads he had summoned during his heavenly tribulation.
What Wei Suo was even less willing to confront head-on was that those crimson-gold divine rays contained many harmful stellar rays. He could withstand them if he forced his way through, but it would be no different from burning away his own lifespan for nothing.
The several hundred palaces before Wei Suo and the others were all utterly empty, gleaming with a cold white light. Moreover, they had been arranged in a peculiar hexagonal formation.
At the center of these halls stood a plaza. Along its edges stood six blue stone figures, each more than fifty zhang tall, as though they were receiving the worship of the palaces on all six sides.
The six blue stone figures all had different appearances. Aside from one who had only two arms and a pair of enormous wings extending from his back, the other five each possessed thirty-two arms, every one of those arms holding a differently shaped magical treasure.
Both the palaces and the six blue stone figures had existed