Upper Yang Inner Landscape.
Ten miles above the ground.
A pathway of gathered clouds rose from the earth, extending deep into an unknowable sea of clouds.
Among the seven, Lu Xun was the first to step onto the cloud stairway, walking upward.
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 directly onto the cloud stairway as well.
He knew that since the true disciples of the Shangyang Immortal Sect had all been summoned here without any choice in the matter, they had no choice but to ascend the cloud stairway.
That sequence true disciple was bound to meet them.
As he stepped onto the cloud stairway, the cloud steps were solid as white jade, warm and smooth to the touch.
As they climbed higher, the clouds around them began to billow and shift. Faint sunlit shadows flowed through them, while immortal music curled around their ears.
As they ascended, the clouds thickened and their vision became increasingly restricted.
After climbing another dozen or so steps, the clouds became denser still. Jiang Ning could only see Shen Yue Ru's back when he looked up; Bai Li's figure farther ahead had completely vanished 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. Its eaves soared, its carved beams and painted rafters magnificent.
A faint golden glow encircled the palace. Ten phantom great suns hovered above its roof, like real suns hanging high in the sky, spilling down warm radiance.
The palace