Chen Siyao stood atop the floating Jade Altar, her cool face filled with utter astonishment. Her normally steady composure was thrown into turmoil. She opened her mouth, but for a long while, she could not form a complete sentence.
She had studied historical records of the Primordial Era and spent countless years delving into the secrets of the heavens. She had read thousands of ancient accounts and mythological descriptions, yet she had never imagined that the real Thirty-Three Heavens could be this magnificent and beautiful!
"It's so beautiful..."
Only after a long while did she softly utter those words, her voice trembling faintly despite herself, her eyes full of awe and wonder.
"Absolutely gorgeous! A hundred times more heavenly than I imagined!"
Beside her, Yang Wanqing could no longer contain herself. She was utterly captivated by the scenery of this immortal realm, her little face filled with amazement.
Yang Wanqing had a very direct way of coming back to her senses.
She crouched down.
Crouching at the edge of the stone bridge, she leaned out beyond the railing and reached down with one hand.
Her fingertips touched the clouds.
"Yaoyao!" She turned back, a peculiar excitement on her face. "They're real clouds! They're cold!"
Chen Siyao walked over.
Yang Wanqing withdrew her hand to show her. Tiny droplets clung to her fingertips, refracting faint rainbows in the light.
"It feels like mist, but denser. There's resistance when you push your hand through it," Yang Wanqing said.
Chen Siyao did not touch it. Her attention had been drawn to the stone bridge ahead.
The bridge was long. By her estimate, it stretched at least a kilometer.
She stepped onto the stone bridge.
Every slab beneath her feet fitted perfectly against the next. There was no cement, no adhesive—just precisely cut stones