These islands were composed entirely of a special semitransparent crystal, flowing with seven-colored halos of light.
The enormous cities were not built upon the islands. Each was itself like a meticulously crafted work of art, suspended in the void.
Within the cities, towers stood dense as a forest and palaces rose in scattered tiers. Countless pavilions and lofty halls floated among the buildings, linked by bridges of light.
Shadowy figures could vaguely be seen moving through the cities.
Some rode immortal cranes and spirit deer, weaving through the clouds.
Others piloted Flying Boats and magical treasures, traveling between the islands.
As far as the eye could see, it was a flourishing, transcendent sight of immortal splendor.
And that was not even the most astonishing part.
Most astonishing of all was that high above this suspended heavenly domain, beyond the thin canopy of heaven that gave off a gentle radiance, nine majestic layers of cloud-sea sky vaults could vaguely be seen, piled one upon another.
Behind the ninth and highest heavenly curtain, countless starlike points of light seemed to be slowly revolving, exuding a vast Dao essence that made even the laws of the sword around Ye Lin resonate.
"Three Thousand Sacred Lands?"
Ye Lin stared at those points of light and murmured to himself.
With just one glance, Ye Lin saw that there were exactly three thousand of them.
Not one more, not one less.
Three thousand points of light, corresponding to three thousand sacred lands?
Though it was only a guess.
That guess gradually became certain in Ye Lin's mind.
Just as the four of them were observing everything before them, a clear, melodious bell rang out from the central holy city. It was not loud, yet it resounded distinctly in everyone's heart.
The sound carried a hint of