Specks of light gathered and the aura of humanity filled the air. In the eternal music, the Pale Gold transformed into a brilliant pillar of light that shot into the clouds in a manner that enveloped the entire city. It disturbed the strong winds and dyed the sky red.
Dense Mist appeared. Layer after layer, there were nine layers. The boundaries between them were clear and ethereal, but they were also filled with a decaying and decadent scene. However, it was hazy at the top and nothing could be seen.
“The immortal realm traverses the Sky?”
“Which self-corroborating legend is there?”
“Looking at the core of the light pillar, it seems to be Changle Palace City. Could it be that the current emperor wants to corroborate the one and only?”
Voices rang out in all the prefectures and cities. With Meng Qi’s previous experience, they were no strangers to the current phenomenon. They were all talking about it, and they were both surprised and excited.
