The man in the purple robe led the way, with Yang Ji and his two hundred and eighty-three companions following closely behind.
Passing through clouds and fog, the world changed rapidly, and in just a few dozen breaths' time, the group had already flown hundreds of miles forward.
It was in the next moment that the man in the purple robe suddenly stopped ahead and said indifferently, "Ahead lies our Wuji Dao Sect!"
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately brushed aside the clouds and fog before their eyes to look ahead.
The scene that met their eyes greatly shocked everyone.
In the heavens, Immortal Palaces nestled densely, innumerable floating peaks shimmered, golden rays stretched myriad paths alongside blazing rainbows, and auspicious qi in thousands of strands spewed violet mist—a splendid celestial realm aloft.
