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The small knife that Xiao Ruoling carried by her side always kept a connection with him.
Occasionally, a fleeting image would appear, only to vanish as quickly as it came.
This assured him that Xiao Ruoling was not in any danger and was instead living peacefully.
It felt as if she were amidst a series of interconnected pavilions and terraces.
At this moment, as soon as his divine skills reached completion, he re-established the mental connection with the small knife.
He found his current location peculiar.
In the void thousands of meters above the continuous mountain ranges, stood a cluster of palaces and pavilions, quietly suspended in air.
These palaces were all constructed from white jade, adorned with colorful painted beams, elegant yet bright and lively.
The palaces and pavilions floated above the white clouds, with a clear blue sky overhead.
The white clouds stretched on without end beneath his feet.
The clouds transformed into various shapes.
