Han Zhan stepped on Jianmu, ascending to the sky step by step.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finally reached the Celestial Palace.
The scene of the Celestial Palace was vastly different from what he had imagined.
There were no splendid buildings, no majestic palaces, not even a single Immortal; all that was there were countless white clouds, barely forming a floating island.
Han Zhan left Jianmu and placed his foot firmly down.
The soft feedback under his foot made him experience a feeling of soaring through the clouds and mist.
The sky was vast and boundless, with no end in sight, and Han Zhan didn't know where the truth left by Shennong lay.
Just as he was searching aimlessly, suddenly a majestic Sword Intent lit up the sky.
The sword light shot towards the sky, piercing through the firmament, carrying an unshakable terrifying momentum, striking towards him.
