Upper Yang Inner Landscape.
Ten li above the ground.
A stairway formed of gathered clouds rose from the ground, extending deep into the mist toward an unknown destination.
Of the seven, Lu Xun was the first to step onto the cloud stairway and begin climbing.
Seeing this, Lin Yuexi immediately followed.
The others exchanged glances. Bai Li followed first, and Shen Yue Ru stepped onto the cloud stairway after him.
"Junior brother, follow behind me!" Shen Yue Ru turned and said to Jiang Ning.
"Junior Brother Jiang, after you!" Ning Ke said.
Jiang Ning nodded and stepped onto the cloud stairway.
He knew that since the Shangyang Immortal Sect's true disciples had all been summoned here without a choice, they would have to climb these stairs.
They would have to meet that ranked true disciple.
Once he stepped onto the cloud stairway, he found the steps solid as white jade, smooth and warm beneath his feet.
As he climbed higher, the surrounding clouds began to churn and change. Sunlit silhouettes faintly shifted within them, while celestial music lingered around his ears.
The higher he climbed, the thicker the mist grew and the more it restricted his vision.
After another dozen or so steps, the mist grew even denser. Looking up, Jiang Ning could see only Shen Yue Ru's back; Bai Li, farther ahead, had vanished completely from sight.
Several steps later.
The clouds ahead suddenly opened up.
A towering palace floated in the void, built entirely from white jade and golden crystal, with soaring eaves, carved beams, and painted pillars.
Faint golden radiance surrounded the palace. Phantoms of ten great suns hovered above its roof, casting warm light like real suns hanging high overhead.
The palace doors stood open. Above them, the words "Upper Yang Hall" were inscribed in ancient