In the palace at the central area of the Immortal Island.
Zhang Jing was sitting cross-legged atop a meditation mat.
Behind him.
Twenty-four layered celestial worlds have cast complex illusions, forming innumerable and endlessly vast and profound circles of immortal light. They indistinctly linked with the surrounding void for tens of thousands of miles.
Between breaths, endless void was refined into a vast amount of immortal mechanisms!
The immortal light was shrouded by a mist.
Amidst it echoed grand Dao sounds, seeming to elucidate infinite profound immortal principles.
At a certain moment.
Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes.
In his gaze, a barely discernable glint of the supreme, indifferent and terrifying aspect of the heavenly Dao flickered.
But it disappeared in just an instant.
