The Heavenly Court stood above the Ninth Heavens, separated from the mortal realm by who knew how many tens of thousands of miles.
The Thunder-Dropping Squad took Wang Xuan with them, transforming into a streak of lightning and shooting straight into the clouds.
The astral winds of the Thirty-Three Heavens howled, scraping bone and eroding souls. Without special means, no one below the Golden Immortal realm could pass through safely.
Naturally, the Heavenly Court had special means. Within the lightning, Wang Xuan could clearly sense that it was not emitted by anyone from the Thunder-Dropping Squad.
Rather, it was the Authority of the Heavenly Path. Only that could ignore the astral winds, and its speed was exceedingly fast, far beyond what immortal and divine Supernatural Powers could achieve!
"A mere low-ranking immortal official of the Heavenly Court can wield the power of the Heavenly Path's Authority. It seems the Heavenly Path has permeated every aspect of the Primordial World, its control running unimaginably deep!"
Wang Xuan was somewhat glad that he had not immediately chosen to break away from the local powers as he had in his previous world.
Since the Heavenly Path's side was so powerful, the best course was to attach himself to it and grow steadily in peace.
The instant they broke through the astral winds, every sound was sucked away.
It did not gradually weaken; it vanished abruptly. His eardrums still rang, yet the surroundings were eerily silent.
Wang Xuan looked out through the lightning. In the distance, the golden sun slanted westward, casting ten thousand rays of sunset glow. The azure sky was washed clean, and layers upon layers of auspicious clouds drifted through it.
"What an immortal vista!"
Even his own Inner World, though equally magnificent, could not compare to this. The omnipresent Xiantian