The White Jade Immortal Palace hung suspended in mid-air, bathing in the morning sun, radiating a translucent radiance of seven colors.
The platform was even higher than the Immortal Palace, located at the very pinnacle of the center of Wanlong City.
This place was a platform that could only be ascended once every century in the Cangyun Realm, and the moment Chu Zheng stepped onto it, he naturally attracted countless gazes.
The young man on the platform, tall and upright in his stance, clad in red garments and a golden crown, with a jade belt around his waist and divine rings on his shoulders, alongside the Blood Jade, symbolizing the identity of the Taixuan Holy Master, hung at his side, glowing faintly, exuding an indescribable aura of nobility.
Among the crowd below, Song Lingqing was momentarily stunned, and upon noticing Chu Zheng's sweeping gaze, she hastily lowered her eyelids to hide the complexity in her eyes, slowly tightening the palm under her sleeve.
