Auspicious clouds gathered thickly around towering palaces. Beyond the sky, where crimson clouds shed snow, an immortal palace suddenly appeared, with celestial beings dancing and strange beasts roaming within.
Vast and boundless, it stood high above the nine heavens.
Su Che stepped through the prescribed patterns, stilled his mind, and bowed with reverence. Following the rites of the Mystic Gate, he climbed the clouds one layer at a time.
Layer upon layer of spiritual light shone from the palace, enveloping all of Wushi City.
That radiance linked heaven and earth, while immense magical power spilled continuously from the palace.
Under its light, the Eight-Armed Ghost King, the Black Sun Ghost King, and the others were trapped, one after another, in the web of power they themselves had woven.
The energies that had once connected them had become shackles binding them fast.
At that moment, every cultivator and living creature in Wushi City felt an inexplicable reverence. One by one, they bent low and bowed to the towering immortal palace overhead.
Just who was this man?
Daoist Dawu and the other Reverted Elixir cultivators still retained their clarity of mind, yet even they could not help bowing.
Su Che, meanwhile, entered the towering palace at an unhurried pace, his heart as still as a lake.
Such power was naturally beyond what Su Che could achieve alone.
He relied on Ruomu's might.
This Innate Spiritual Root was bound to the Life-and-Death Law by its very nature. Once its power was unleashed, all who had yet to transcend life and death fell under its control.
Besides, Su Che had borrowed power as well.
Above the palace rose layer upon layer of buildings, carved balustrades, jade steps, jeweled blossoms, and emerald trees... Every splendor of a heavenly palace appeared lifelike.
The palace in the