With a loud thud, Ling Feng was thrown into a dizzy confusion. He clambered up from the ground awkwardly, discovering that he was now inside the trunk of the Tree of Angels.
But the space here wasn't dim. Instead, it was filled with a bright color that felt very warm.
Ling Feng curiously looked around. At this moment, the voice from before came again: "Stop looking; this is just a simple Sumeru Space!"
Following the voice, Ling Feng saw a middle-aged man with a weary expression sitting on a futon ahead. Behind the man were ten pairs of giant wings, but these wings seemed to have lost their luster, appearing somewhat dim and dull.
"Are you the Holy Angel?" Ling Feng hesitated as he looked at the middle-aged man before him and asked. Although the man's aura was strong, it wasn't as oppressive as the Holy Spirit King from before.
