Cloud Peak Immortal Palace

Before passing through the hole in the Celestial Vault, Jiang Wang vaguely felt as though he saw an old man with white hair flying desperately toward the mountain peak.

But the thought was only a flash; the world before his eyes had already changed.

This was a ruin—an incredibly magnificent ruin.

Using the word "magnificent" to describe a ruin might seem inappropriate, but it was truly the most honest feeling in Jiang Wang's heart.

Heaven-Connecting pillars lay broken before him, and the fragments of glazed tiles had lost all their luster.

Broken walls and crumbling ruins; everywhere he looked, he saw the fall of prosperity.

Even the occasional breeze that drifted through could not stir the heavy silence; the stories of this place were all buried in the dust.

Flight was impossible here; an ancient rule was soaked into the very history of the place. It was as if some long-lost honor still maintained its reserve after a long, lingering Wither.

Ahead lay a broken lamp. Jiang Wang skirted around it, landing on a floor tile that was only a small fragment of its original size.

Snap!

The tile was easily crushed underfoot, scattering like a pile of sand.

Jiang Wang moved quickly, picking his way forward. Some tiles were intact, while others had long since rotted away, vanishing at the slightest touch.

Beneath the tiles lay a foundation like jade. The faint, complex dark patterns upon it made Jiang Wang decide against making direct contact.

"Cloud Peak Immortal Palace?"

Facing everything before him, the first thing that came to Jiang Wang's mind was the Cloud Peak Immortal Palace that Dou Mian had mentioned.

Although what he saw now was a ruin, he could still faintly imagine its former greatness from its broken present... perhaps only an "Immortal Palace" could