They no longer seemed like living beings with independent consciousness, but merely specks of dust drifting through endless void.
The concepts of time and space became incomparably vague here.
They did not know where they were, nor where they were headed.
They only knew that they were plummeting at an unimaginable speed toward an unknown sacred land.
No one knew how long this process lasted—perhaps an instant, perhaps an eternity.
At last, after a dizzying whirl, their five senses, which had been stripped away, returned.
The four slowly opened their eyes.
The sight before them left them all stunned once more.
They found themselves inside a magnificent palace.
The palace stood ten thousand zhang tall, as though it could trample heaven and earth beneath its feet.
Its walls were forged from unknown golden divine stone, radiating an immortal brilliance.
Its dome was formed from countless stars, glittering with dazzling light.
A terrifying pressure emanated from deep within the palace.
At the center of the palace, a massive throne formed from pure light floated silently.
Though there was nothing upon the throne, it emanated a supreme aura of one who held dominion over heaven and earth.
"Where is this?" Li Xiaoyu muttered as he stared at the miraculous sight before him.
His eyes were full of shock.
Just as he was unable to make sense of it, the imposing figure in a black imperial robe had appeared before them at some unknown moment.
"You..." After a long while, Li Xiaoyu was the first to break the silence.
He looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar imposing figure, his voice trembling.
"You are the Heavenly Emperor?"
The imposing figure in the black imperial robe merely smiled at his words.
"You have finally arrived." A vast, majestic voice suddenly rang within their minds.
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