Yang Jian of the Extreme Alliance Came to Deliver a Grand Gift to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

"Don't worry, Grandpa Bai. I'll be right back."

As Yang Jian spoke, the space before him split open. A pitch-black fissure appeared out of thin air, its edges shimmering with a faint, ghostly blue light.

The fissure was roughly as tall as a person, its depths unfathomable, as though a gash had been forcibly torn through the void.

He stepped inside, and his figure vanished into the fissure.

The fissure closed, leaving not even a trace of his presence behind.

When he reappeared, he was already a thousand meters away.

Bai He froze in midair, staring in the direction where Yang Jian had vanished. His lips moved, but for a long while, no words came out.

The morning breeze brushed through his white hair and sent his robes snapping.

"This is..."

Bai He's voice tightened, as though something had lodged in his throat.

"A spatial Soul Skill?!"

He drew a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and turned to fly toward the Extreme Alliance.

The wings on his back beat faster than they had on his way here.

He had to hurry back and tell Yang Wudi and the others.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stood amid a mountain range outside Heaven Dou City.

The entire sect was built along the mountainside. From the foot of the mountain to halfway up its slopes, terraces, pavilions, and towers rose in artfully arranged tiers.

A waterfall streamed down the mountain, its silvery curtain plunging from a hundred meters above with a deafening roar. Amid the flying spray, a vivid rainbow hung halfway up the mountain, spanning both sides of the waterfall.

Soft morning sunlight spilled down, illuminating the glazed roof tiles. Specks of colored light glittered-red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet. The seven colors swirled through the