In the blink of an eye, seven days hurried past.
High in the heavens, layers of astral currents churned like whirlpools in the sea, rampaging everywhere.
Their thunderous roar shook the eardrums; the wind shrieked!
At such heights, even a lone wild goose could scarcely cross, and even cultivators with genuine attainments could hardly ascend this far.
The slightest carelessness would let the astral winds shatter their protective spiritual radiance, sending them plummeting from the boundless heights to be smashed to pieces.
Yet a great bronze palace stood perfectly intact amid it all, treating those savage astral currents as flowing rivers, seizing and harnessing them for its own use.
In just the blink of an eye.
It drifted past untold hundreds of mountains and rivers, through layer upon layer of water and sky...
The palace was strange and ancient in design, divided into two levels, its bronze green in color and its interior extraordinarily spacious, spanning dozens of li.
There were mountains and waters, birds and beasts. Towers, pavilions, and terraces appeared and vanished amid the landscape, while maids and young attendants occasionally passed among them, carrying trays and cups.
Given its scale and design, calling it a small bronze city would have been more fitting than calling it a palace.
At that moment, in a quiet chamber, Chen Heng leafed through a predecessor's handwritten notes. Whenever he reached a crucial point, he occasionally used his finger as a brush, sending out several strands of Sword Qi to practice in midair.
This was a Daoist book True Lord Ding had casually drawn from his sleeve.
According to him, it should help Chen Heng attain the Fourth Sword Dao Realm and comprehend the mysteries of Body and Sword as One.
Yet after reading it through, Chen Heng felt that the entire