Atop a towering mountain that rose straight from the ground stood a dazzling palace, its light shimmering and Divine Brilliance swirling around it, making it look so sacred and noble.
It was as if it belonged to the palaces above the Nine Heavens.
But it was not a building, rather a Dharma formed by the intertwining of Tao and the order of heaven and earth.
In front of the palace stood a tall young man with long golden hair, enveloped by the same Divine Brilliance, casting him as both divine and holy.
"Do you see it?" Yue Wuxia dragged him to this area, positioned far away to watch.
"I see it," Chen Pingping lifted his head.
He saw the golden palace and the young man wrapped in Divine Brilliance, feeling a shiver in his heart. The Dharma was awe-inspiring.
This was not just a manifestation of Tao and cultivation, but a natural effusion, as if it had been approved by the heavens.
What was strange was that the man had his eyes closed the whole time.
