"Keep!"
"Keep again!"
"KEEP!"
As Fang Zhengzhi shouted helplessly again and again, all the nine worlds in the Great Formation of Nine Cataclysms finally entered the black metal box.
Fang Zhengzhi felt that everything had happened too quickly for him to be ready.
When the Great Formation of Nine Cataclysms was finally broken, the real Ninth Heaven appeared so quickly before him that he went slack-jawed.
The blessed rain fell from the sky and splashed onto the ground paved with white rocks, where nine white pillars stood erected.
Most importantly…there was an altar-like platform at the center of the nine pillars. A flight of stairs extended from the platform to his feet.
"Is this the real Ninth Heaven?" Fang Zhengzhi looked up and enjoyed the refreshing rain, as if he had finally seen the sun after experiencing endless darkness.
Chi Guyan didn't say a thing, she only stared intently at the center of the altar.
