After Qin Ming finished listening to Old Demon Qingyang, he was instantly enlightened, as though sweet dew had been poured over his head.
He had never expected that the Desolate Realm he had casually taken in by chance would actually have such tremendous use.
No wonder Old Demon Qingyang had so strongly urged him back then to make arrangements in the Desolate Realm and collect Incense and Fire Prayer Power. So it turned out he had long been preparing for what came after.
According to Old Demon Qingyang, those at the Mahayana Stage had many ways to resist the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, but cultivating the Dao of incense and fire was not something an ordinary Mahayana could accomplish.
Only a Devil Ancestor like the Sage Ancestor of the Six Paths, who stood at the peak of the Ancient Demon Realm, possessed such methods.
Liuyunzi brought Qin Ming flying all the way. Qin Ming only felt shimmering lights and fleeting shadows pass before his eyes; their speed was so fast that he could not make out the direction at all.
Nor did he know where this great figure intended to take him.
Only after a little less than half a day had passed.
When Qin Ming came back to himself again, he discovered that he was already above a sea of golden clouds.
Within this Sea of Clouds, immortal palaces stood one after another, and countless spirit birds and immortal cranes shuttled back and forth among them. Fairies of peerless beauty practiced swordplay and cultivated Daoist arts amid the misty mountains where azure luan birds drifted.
Within a radius of tens of thousands of li, palaces were scattered like stars on a chessboard, forming a configuration of myriad stars bowing toward the place where they stood, linked together