After one day.
Three figures ran across a vast flatland. They were Lü Chuyi, Su Yu, and Wei Kang.
The 10,000-mile grassland was peculiar, as what should have been 10,000 miles of flat land was broken by a perilous mountain that had appeared abruptly. It was formed by five perfectly straight, precipitous peaks coming together, and it reached all the way into the clouds.
From the middle of the mountain to the top, layers of dark clouds surrounded the five peaks. The dark clouds were rolled about in a peculiar fashion—like ferocious monsters moving and shifting against one another.
Even from afar, it was a fearful sight. It gave Su Yu an ominous feeling, and his soul felt a bit constrained.
"This is the Mysterious Heavenly Palace, an important place of the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Pavilion," said Lü Chuyi. She heaved a sigh of relief, and her face wore an excited expression.
