Crossing the terrifying expanse of thunder, Hong Yuan floated toward the interior of the Fairy Palace with leisurely grace.
The void rippled and worlds transformed.
Hong Yuan arrived inside the Fairy Palace, coming to the ruins of a certain mysterious Great Emperor.
In an instant, a streak of red light appeared before Hong Yuan's eyes; a sun hung high in the sky. Below it, Immortal Qi turned into dense white mists, entwining around the White Jade Palace, where violets bloomed profusely. Now and then, joyous birds flashed past the clean white clouds. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful.
Yet Hong Yuan stood outside the White Jade Palace, narrowing his eyes, scrutinizing everything around him.
Thunder evolves, Thunder Beasts…
So this mysterious Great Emperor, was he a practitioner of the Thunder Tao...
A look of solemn respect appeared on Hong Yuan's face. He reached out his hand, immediately retracting his fan, and took this place very seriously.
