Daoist Temple

Qin Yang had not expected to return to Reception City once again.

The affairs of the world were simply this wondrous.

When he returned to Reception City, he still saw that Ghost Spider coiled amid the ruins of the city.

However, this Ghost Spider was not strong enough to detect Qin Yang's presence, so he was not overly worried.

After staying in Reception City for several days, he sensed the spatial rift opening.

Qin Yang immediately transformed into a streak of light and flew into the spatial rift.

As he left the Heavenly Realm, he happened to brush past a beam of golden light.

Qin Yang turned his head for a glance.

He discovered a middle-aged cultivator within the golden light, heading joyfully toward the Heavenly Realm.

That expression was almost identical to Tian Chenzi's before.

But Qin Yang knew that he would soon be unable to smile.

Still, he said nothing and continued toward the lower realm.

Whoosh!

Very soon,

he passed through the chaotic spatial currents and arrived in another lower realm.

Compared to the desolation and ruin of the Heavenly Realm, the lower realm was clearly far more prosperous and bustling.

There was absolutely no connection between the Heavenly Realm and the lower realms.

This meant that the lower realms had no idea what had happened in the Heavenly Realm.

Countless cultivators were striving to ascend to the Heavenly Realm.

Yet once those cultivators ascended to the Heavenly Realm, they would see an entirely different sight.

After landing in this lower realm, Qin Yang swiftly began inquiring about the place.

Clearly, his luck was not that good.

This lower realm was called the Great Wind Realm. It was not the Profound Dao Realm he wished to reach.

Left with no choice, Qin Yang could only ask about