In a plane where life thrived easily, just breathing in the fresh air of this place could cure illness. Towering mountains, forests taller than mountains, and Volkoids far larger than those of Cerulean filled the land.
Every minute, one could see cultivators flying here and there. Everywhere in this plane felt inviolable.
It was like a Transcendent Plane, a plane meant only for certain people.
A golden palace stood tall on the peak of a massive mountain. The mountain was so high that it reached the clouds—no, it was even taller than the clouds.
The golden palace stood amidst the clouds, rising proudly among them.
When looking at the golden palace, one could see golden dragons and phoenixes flying around it, emitting an aura of sacredness.
But there was one thing that made the golden palace truly unique—it also radiated an immense amount of pressure, making it feel as if the palace itself was the Heavenly Dao.
