In the blink of an eye,
Wei Tianyang had already arrived above Yin Country's Prosperous City.
The massive black figure, holding a huge metallic construct, appeared before everyone.
He floated in the sky, looking down upon the vast city.
He still remembered the first time he arrived in Fengrao by train.
It was truly a massive city; he had jumped down from the well-like structure at night, feeling like he was falling for a long time.
But now, the city seemed tiny and fragile in his eyes.
The vehicles and pedestrians on the streets had come to a halt because of his arrival, and all their phone cameras were pointed at him.
Wei Tianyang slowly floated above Lingxiao Palace, and Zhao Ling and Venerable Xu, with a large crowd, all ran out to look up at him.
He placed the massive chamber on the glass dome, only to see white, snowflake-like cracks appear on its surface.
Then, he flew to the palace's landing pad, placed the chamber there, and returned to his normal posture.
