Shen Yanxiao felt it as she fell. She lost her vision for a brief moment due to that glaring light. The sudden descend took her by surprise, but she managed to cast a singular curse on herself in a hurry for a soft landing.
Shen Yanxiao landed on the ground slowly, and her sight recovered gradually.
She gasped in astonishment when eyes feasted on the sight in front of her.
It was no longer the desolated Graveyard of the Sun in front of her. Shen Yanxiao had somehow ended up at a vast palace where its entire ground was paved with pure white dolomite. There were golden murals carved into the white walls that surrounded the palace.
Twelve golden pillars stood in a row by the sides of the hall to support the ceiling. At the end of the room, a throne made of golden stones sat on top of a seven-story white jade staircase that was inlaid with moonstones and simmered with dots of silvery light.
