Father Wang, who was sitting cross-legged under the sky-treading bridge, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Wang Baole calmly and nodded. He remained seated cross-legged on the spot. He raised his right hand and waved casually at the sky-treading bridge behind him.
With that wave of his hand, the sky changed, and the wind and clouds swirled. A loud boom spread in all directions, and the first sky-treading bridge instantly shone brightly. There was even a stone tablet next to the bridge. It gathered from an illusion until it became tangible.
The ancient aura grew stronger, and the feeling of the passage of time spread out even more clearly. As it reverberated in all directions, a vortex appeared around it.
The vortex was extremely large and vast, as if it covered the entire sky. However... at that moment, on the immortal dipper continent, when he raised his head to look, the sky remained the same. There was no change at all.
It was as if everything was an illusion.
