Ancestor Yang took a step forward. At the same time, the emerald blood splashing on the ground was all recalled into his hands, then flicked lightly. Droplet by droplet, the emerald blood vaporized on the spot, transforming into a faint, wispy rainbow light that cast itself into the boundless sea of clouds.
At this moment, Ancestor Yang turned sideways, swept out an arm, and smiled. "Sage, please."
With the emerald blood transforming into a rainbow, Yu Ci could by no means use a carriage as transport anymore. He stepped forward a few steps, solemnly paying respects to Ancestor Yang, and likewise to the rainbow bridge beneath his feet, before finally stepping onto the bridge and walking upon the rainbow.
The two divine generals both attended closely at the sides, while Ancestor Yang walked ahead with his large sleeves fluttering.
Yu Ci thought for a moment and tried asking, "May I ask how to address you?"
The result of his probing disappointed him. Only Ancestor Yang's clear, resonant laughter responded to him.
Through the places the rainbow bridge passed, layers upon layers of unfolding architectural complexes were faintly visible in the depths of the clouds and mist. Yet, no matter how magnificent this place was, it still could not compare to the Dao realm manifested within the "dream". Moreover, upon closer inspection, most of it was also ruined.
The demon tribulation of back then had also severely damaged the hub of the Taixiao Divine Court. The only thing worth rejoicing over was probably that no demons remained here anymore—those demons had already been completely slain by Ancestor Yang on the Platform of Investiture of the Gods, and the powerhouses at the End Law Lord level who had been left behind had just now perished on the Dragon Slaying Platform alongside Ancestor