In the Third Heaven, the mountains stretched like pythons and galloped like elephants. It was endless, tens of millions of mountains. However, it was still the scenery under their feet.
The black flood dragon pulled the flying chariot and flew into the sea of clouds. The clouds were layered, and they were thousands of miles away.
Xia Ji sat on the flying chariot and watched the nine black flood dragons fly through the clouds. From time to time, a manor would land under his feet and then gradually disappear. This feeling was ten times more shocking than the feeling of looking down at the world from the top of a mountain.
In the extreme north, a golden emperor palace sat on the highest cloud. It looked down at the entire Third Heaven. There were no clouds. This was the highest place of the Third Heaven, where Frost Monarch lived.
Xia Ji got off the flying chariot.
A disciple of the Su family led him in.
A feast was being held in the hall.
