"So this is the ninth Daoist Palace?"
Having teamed up with Feng Rui to clear two consecutive trials, Lü Zhong gazed up at the massive palace before him, unable to conceal his excitement.
If he passed this final trial, he could enter the Central District. The opportunity for Divinity Transformation was within his grasp, and even his usually placid emotions began to stir.
There was no time to waste. The two of them stepped into the Daoist Palace together.
The familiar sensation of teleportation washed over him. When Lü Zhong came to his senses, he found himself in a place of blooming flowers. Everything as far as the eye could see was a dazzling, brilliant gold, like a carpet forged from Gold.
And in the very center of this place stood a colossal, thousand-zhang tree, also shimmering in a golden-yellow hue.
An occasional breeze stirred, carrying with it the faint, ethereal sound of immortal music.
Being in its midst was like stepping into a celestial paradise.
