The gates of the Ancestral Hall stood open, facing the Hundred-Winged Tortoise-Dragon's head.
From outside, the interior looked pitch-black, obscured by some powerful force.
Fang Yun drew a deep breath and stepped inside.
The dark substance was like the night itself: it had color, but neither form nor shape.
Fang Yun passed through the darkness, then stood still, staring ahead with wide eyes.
This place had absolutely nothing a great hall should have-no floor, walls, roof, statues, seats, or anything else.
It was an expanse of stars.
Directly ahead, thirty-two stars hung high above, some brilliant, others dim.
Every star was unimaginably distant and looked very small.
Every star was a different world.
Fang Yun instinctively looked toward the brightest star. Not only was it the most powerful, it also felt the most familiar to him.
With a single glance, he felt himself instantly drawn toward it, as though he were in the space beyond that star, free to gaze down upon everything on it.
The star before him had no seas, plains, rivers, forests, or clouds.
Only mountains!
Viewed from space, the entire planet was covered in crisscrossing mountain ranges, jagged and towering.
There was nothing else whatsoever-only mountains.
At the highest point on this star, Fang Yun saw a familiar sight.
The shapes of the peaks there were exactly the same as his Kunlun Heavenly Aspects.
Fang Yun realized that this star represented Di Ji.
He looked toward the star beside Di Ji's star. Lightning blazed before his eyes, and he felt as though he had slammed headfirst into an enormous barrier, leaving him dizzy and dazed.
Fang Yun hurriedly averted his gaze. At the same time, he realized that this might be a Saint Ancestor named Di Ting, who commanded the power of lightning and was extraordinarily