The Wretched Little Wooden Dog

With a sweep of Shen Yun's large sleeve, the Yin and Yang Qi between heaven and earth surged, flowing and weaving together until it turned into an ancient Kunpeng of heaven-toppling divine might!

Whoosh—

Its twin wings spread, swift as wind and lightning, and in the blink of an eye it had swept across who knew how many tens of thousands of miles.

Shen Qingruo stood slim and graceful, her black hair lifting slightly, her sleeves dancing softly.

She watched the forest beneath her feet fly past like streaming light, yet not the slightest wind stirred at her side. Only then did she truly understand how unfathomable Shen Yun's current cultivation had become.

In a daze, at the far end of the distant forest, a towering palace rose from the ground—

It was called a palace, yet it looked more like a wondrously shaped spirit wood, embedded upon the verdant earth.

Its main trunk was an ancient vine hundreds of millions of years old, gnarled and coiled, shooting straight into the sky, its entire body engraved with natural Dao marks, ancient and mysterious.

The palace walls were formed from intertwining branches and trunk of spirit wood. The whole structure was great skill without workmanship, without the slightest trace of axe or chisel, as if it were one seamless living whole.

Azure Dragon slowly spoke, a few points of nostalgia in his tone. "This is Medicine Immortal Hall."

Hearing this, Shen Yun swept his gaze over the entire palace before it finally landed ahead.

He saw the palace gates standing wide open, shrouded by a seven-colored light curtain. Countless runes could be faintly seen flashing within, like the most primordial laws between heaven and earth evolving.

In an instant, a dense medicinal fragrance drifted from within the gate, carrying rich vitality.