Meng Jingtian was slightly stunned and unconsciously took a step forward.
All of this was too real, so people couldn’t help but be shocked by the completely different godly state in front of them.
But it was also too dreamy and ethereal, making people unable to believe it.
If only one of the two could be chosen..
Meng Jingtian lifted his feet and walked toward the immortal realm on the left, which was like an ink-green mountain.
He had been influenced by the Chinese culture since he was young. Apparently, the ethereal immortal realm was more attractive to him.
Behind him, the God’s emissary in the white robe discolored. He snorted and then flew into the Glorious Palace on the right, heading to the school of Heavenly God.
The young Daoist in the Daoist Robe was beaming with joy. He flicked his horsetail whisk. “Sir Incipient God realm, please follow me to see the Master of the school of Heavenly God.”
