Golden streaks of light tore through the night sky like meteors, cutting across Spirit City before finally landing before the towering Papal Hall.
The halo of light gradually faded.
The figures of Shui Bing'er, Ye Lingling, and Qingluan Douluo slowly appeared.
"This... is the Papal Hall of another timeline?"
Shui Bing'er looked up, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
She was no stranger to the outline of the Papal Hall. The finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament had been held before it back then.
Yet the building before her no longer resembled the one in her memories. Even the entirety of Spirit City carried a bizarre air that overturned everything she knew.
This magnificent city was actually floating above a sea of clouds, with mist curling around the halls like gauze.
Majestic Soul Power fluctuations surged outward in waves like a tide, and every pulse sent faint ripples through the air.
"How was this done? It's simply... unbelievable."
Ye Lingling's eyes were filled with undisguised astonishment, while waves of disbelief churned in her heart.
When she was young, she had traveled far and wide with her grandfather and seen quite a few magnificent structures.
After coming of age, she had studied at Heaven Dou Royal Academy and grown accustomed to the luxury of nobles.
But compared to the Spirit City before her, those things were like fireflies beside the bright moon.
"This is truly somewhat beyond this old man's expectations."
Qingluan Douluo stroked his grizzled beard, his tone brimming with irrepressible shock.
He had lived for more than a century and had long witnessed the prosperity and decline of countless factions.
Yet the Spirit Hall of this timeline, with its grand bearing and dense Soul Power, had long surpassed the scope of worldly forces.
It would not