The terrifying tremor lasted almost fifteen minutes. When Yang Zhen and company arrived at the location of the Heavenly Mechanism Bridge, their faces all took on a new level of excitement.
Waves of dreadful Heavenly Might rolled towards them. A terrifying bridge straddled a horrifying abyss, its array lines filled with the fragrance of elixirs wafting around, refreshing and orchid-like, rendering everyone intoxicated on scent alone.
Countless medicinal patterns flowed on the bridge. Under their dizzying charm, many of the practitioners with low cultivation fell to the ground with a thump, blissfully asleep.
Exquisite beauty, that's the only way Yang Zhen could describe the bridge. It was too beautiful, radiant and colorful, every detail nearly perfect. It must have been crafted by a woman.
The Heavenly Snow Saint Lord glanced at the practitioners who lay on the ground. Some were drooling in their sleep, dreaming of something delicious.
