The waiting process seemed somewhat long.
Li Yunjing stood at the door, idly looking around at the beautiful scenery among the clouds.
He and Xu Wuyi ascended from the mountainside. According to Li Yunjing's estimation, the height he climbed was at least ten thousand zhang.
And below the mountainside, it was shrouded in layers of mist, making it impossible to see how deep it went.
Li Yunjing roughly estimated that 'Shenxiao Peak' might be as high as twenty to thirty thousand zhang.
Thinking of such a tall mountain, Li Yunjing felt a little dizzy.
This 'Shenxiao Peak' was practically like an Ancient Divine Mountain.
On this Divine Mountain, everywhere there were great halls, each layer higher than the previous one, soaring into the Ninth Layer of the clouds.
Treading on the clouds beneath his feet, surrounded by such a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, Li Yunjing faintly felt as if he had become an immortal, arriving at the heavenly palace to worship the gods.
