On the other side was the God Realm.
It was a world beyond mortal imagination.
The sky was golden, the clouds were seven-colored, and the air was filled with a faint sweetness like nectar.
In the distance, palaces floated above the sea of clouds, built from white jade and inlaid with gemstones, radiating a sacred, luxurious glow.
Nearby stood a long pavilion with carved beams and painted rafters, its eaves sweeping upward. Inside the pavilion was a round jade table.
On the table sat a pot of clear tea and two teacups, wisps of steam carrying a floral fragrance curling up from within them.
A man in magnificent blue-gold robes and a woman in a pale pink dress stood beneath the long pavilion of the God Realm, surrounded by lush greenery.
The man was tall and slender, handsome in appearance, his brows carrying a complex air that seemed to look down upon the world, yet was gentle as water.
The woman leaned against him, her pale pink dress fluttering softly in the breeze.
Her face was exquisitely beautiful, with an otherworldly, ethereal grace untouched by mortal dust.
The woman held the man around the waist, clutching him tightly as she buried her face in his chest, her voice uneasy.
"Third Brother, I can't sense Xiao Qi's aura anymore—nothing at all."
Her voice carried a trace of sobbing. "Could she be in danger? Could she..."
But the man said calmly, "Xiao Wu, don't worry."
"I have already used my divine sense to tell Da Ming and Er Ming. With them there, nothing will happen to Xiao Qi."
He gently stroked the woman's cheek, his movements soft and practiced, as though he had done it countless times before.
His face was composed and at ease, without worry, without anxiety, without anger...
There