"Clang!"
A yellow bell appeared in Emperor Qian Yin's hands, gently struck.
The sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out, and Zhao Xing saw the floating musical notes in the sky ahead being dispersed.
A passageway was cleared by the bell's sound, and soon a magnificent palace appeared in the sky, suspended by four threads like harp strings, with one end connected to the palace's base and the other disappearing into the void.
The palace seemed to hang on a spider web, yet it was rotating.
Snowflakes fell, winds swirled around, moonlight shone down, and Zhao Xing saw a large tree on the east side of the palace, its spiral-patterned leaves swaying in the wind, producing countless sounds.
To the south, a vine was planted, with its tendrils dancing in the air.
To the west, four flowers with black edges and red centers grew, though three of them were withered and shriveled, and the remaining one was closed.
