"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Several talismans shot through the air and landed before Su Zhenzhen.
These were the eighth-grade and ninth-grade talismans left over after He Pingsheng's tribulation transcendence.
"I'll wait for you in the Immortal Realm!"
He Pingsheng's voice grew more and more distant as he flew onto the seven-colored rainbow bridge.
One end of the rainbow bridge connected to the void, while the other extended beyond the endless void.
He Pingsheng's figure quickly merged into the rainbow bridge and vanished!
After stepping onto the seven-colored immortal bridge, He Pingsheng saw everything before him turn into chaos.
He could not see anything clearly.
Nor could he extend his divine sense.
But he could feel the space around him rapidly shifting.
He had no idea how much time passed.
Perhaps it was an instant, or perhaps it was a very long time.
A light suddenly appeared before He Pingsheng's eyes.
He opened his eyes and looked around, only to find himself in a pool filled with swirling mist.
With a splash, he emerged from the pool.
Then he heard a strange shout from nearby.
He Pingsheng turned to look and saw a man holding an enormous net a hundred zhang away, who abruptly cast it down over him.
Watching the net descend, blotting out the sky and earth, He Pingsheng instinctively tried to resist.
Unfortunately, before he could resist, the net bound him tightly, and he was dragged over to the burly man's side.
"Cultivator who ascended from the lower realm, don't resist, and don't be afraid!"
"I am the receiving envoy of this Ascension Pool!"
"I won't hurt you!"
Although these words sounded stiff, He Pingsheng could still understand them.
After all, he had already learned the common language of the Immortal Realm from the mass of immortal light