Is There a Chance I Could Visit Your World?

Xuanxiang World.

The place where the Heavenly Spirit Sect once stood, and where the Chishui Divine Court now resided.

It stood high in the heavens, veiled among the clouds, unseen by the mortal world.

Its deep-green gates seemed to be made of glazed glass, adorned with all kinds of gleaming, translucent gems.

Within lay thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls, matching the number of the heavenly cycles.

Golden light rolled like crimson ribbons, while auspicious vapors billowed in purple mists. Countless golden-armored divine beings stood within, holding spears and hanging whips at their sides, bearing blades and swords, their majesty reaching in every direction.

And in the deepest part of the Divine Court, surrounded by the halls and palaces of the Heavenly Palace—

Spiritual energy gathered into mist. Mu Yong, dressed in black, sat cross-legged atop a plain Dao Platform.

At that moment, he was watching the figure who had suddenly intruded, through the ever-present Divine Path network.

The Divine Path surveyed heaven and earth, perceiving all things.

And over these past few years, as he gained ever greater control over the primordial divine station of "Water," his authority had continued to grow.

It was no exaggeration to say that his abilities now surpassed those of an ordinary cultivator at the peak of Void Return.

Of course, that was only true while he was in the Chishui Divine Court, bolstered by the power of his divine station and the support of the many gods.

Meanwhile, after discovering the Divine Path network, Lin Changsheng had no intention of concealing himself, which was why Mu Yong had spotted him so easily.

"So he really did come back..."

Mu Yong withdrew his gaze, a faint, inscrutable glimmer passing through his eyes.

Several years had passed, but he still vividly remembered the many wondrous techniques