Li Qing frowned slightly. He could sense an inexplicable power contained within the icy winds.
This power made the cold winds as sharp as razor blades, carrying an inexplicable corrosiveness as well.
Wherever they passed, they could shred any living thing and cause every fragment of flesh to undergo Aberration.
Resisting the assault of those wind blades, Li Qing continued climbing upward.
No matter how fiercely the wind blades battered him, they could no longer shake him in the slightest.
Twenty zhang was not far. In less than half a quarter-hour, he had braved the icy wind and reached the mountaintop.
The summit was a platform roughly seven or eight zhang across.
A massive palace occupied an area of four or five zhang, its entire structure radiating golden light.
As he looked at this magnificent palace, an ancient aura rushed toward him.
Li Qing sensed an immense power circling within the palace.
His gaze fell upon the plaque above the palace, where three enormous characters were written—Heavenly Gang Hall.
Looking at the hall, Li Qing stepped toward it.
He placed both hands on the palace's black-red doors and shoved them open.
With a piercing screech of grinding stone, the doors slowly opened.
A gloomy, frigid wind rushed at him, along with a bizarre stench beyond description.
It was like a corpse that had rotted for ten thousand years, making him instinctively feel nauseated.
Li Qing's brow furrowed tightly as he looked inside.
Within lay a dark void, seemingly a passageway, where faint spatial-temporal ripples flickered.
"A grotto-heaven world?" Li Qing immediately realized what this place was.
"So that's how it is. This is actually a grotto-heaven world—the truly secret place of the Heavenly Gang Daoist Sect?"
"This Heavenly Gang Master is truly formidable. At the Dharma Form level, he created