"It was time to break through the realm and ascend to the Upper Realm."
Having made up his mind, Huang Bai slowly withdrew the thirty-foot Dharma Form behind him.
Rumble!
The heavy stone doors slowly opened to either side.
Outside the doors stood rows upon rows of palaces and temples, with towering pavilions rising high.
Most of the buildings were shrouded in misty white fog. Their flying eaves and ornate brackets appeared and vanished through the haze, like an immortal palace floating above a sea of clouds.
Before a grand hall not far from the secret chamber, a green-haired old Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, sternly instructing the two young people before him.
One of them was a young man with a pair of white wings growing from his back.
The other was a young woman with a head of snow-white hair and pure golden eyes.
The green-haired old Daoist looked at Jing Tian and said gravely, "Jing Tian, Thunder Arts do not suit you."
"Senior, didn't they say Thunder Arts have the greatest power?" Jing Tian withdrew his hand and asked, "If I practice a while longer, maybe I'll master them."
The green-haired old Daoist shook his head and raised a hand to point at Jing Tian's white wings.
"You excel in wind and fire arts, and you possess the body of the Feathered People. You should build upon your own traits and develop divine abilities that belong to you. As for the spells you mastered in your previous life, they have not truly vanished. You only need to comprehend them anew."
Jing Tian thoughtfully flapped his wings once.
A gale instantly swept up before the hall, stirring the surrounding clouds and mist into a frenzy. Even Xue Jian's white hair rose in the wind.
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