The roof was a deep, glossy green, made of colored glass; the pillars shone with gold, and the steps gleamed with white jade.
Rosy clouds and mist swirled in all four directions, while the surrounding walls shimmered in and out of sight.
Gao Xian realized that, at some point, he had arrived in the center of a magnificent, golden palace.
He soon noticed the beaded curtains on one side of the hall, and the brocade couch behind them. It was the battlefield he visited most often, and he knew it well.
"So this is Sister Lan's bedchamber..."
When Gao Xian met Sister Lan's limpid, autumn-water eyes, a great deal of information appeared in his mind. He understood where he was and the many mysteries of the palace before him.
After the Great Idol Spirit Method reached the Grandmaster level, it had condensed an inner landscape within his sea of consciousness, taking the form of this complete palace.
By entering the palace with his divine consciousness, he could not only meet Sister Lan for dual cultivation, but also practice all sorts of spells and skills.
The techniques he learned here could be fed back to his true body. However, he couldn't truly improve his magical cultivation here.
"It's just an expanded inner landscape, turned into a training room."
Gao Xian felt it was a bit of a shame that Sister Lan still couldn't speak. As for the training room, well, it should be decent enough, right?
He didn't feel all that strongly about it. He spent every day refining pills or cultivating, and even had to practice in his sleep. Living like that would be exhausting.
Gao Xian tried to cast the Ice Arrow Art. With a single thought, an icicle a foot long shot forth.
Then he cast Flame Bomb,