Atop Zhuo Peak, the Nine Steps to Heaven were continuously enlarging, becoming as large as nine platforms, a beautiful jade palace appearing above them, covered in mist and light.
Li Ruoyu slowly rose, pulled by a force, and entered that hazy palace.
Atop the mountain, the space seemed extremely peaceful, like a completely separate world was evolving. Indescribable Daos and Truths existed within it.
All life appeared, full of vitality, the cycle of life and death circling. Glistening green leaves withered and wilted, returning to their roots.
Ye Fan observed it motionlessly. Light then dark, radiant then empty, it was a constant development from prosperity to withering, repeated over and over.
Heaven and earth seemed to follow some indescribable track. Complex and profound rules and orders arose. Mysterious glyphs and designs appeared.
