"Heavenly Palace? Where in the Heavenly Palace?!"
"That's a strange question to ask."
The shadowy figure laughed.
"Upon seeing these suspended figures, can't you guess?"
"Its" tone seemed mocking.
Souls and ghosts gazed at each other, and then they heard a crisp sound nearby, like snapping fingers or the clenching of teeth.
The originally dim hall suddenly brightened.
The vision of the Heavenly Palace that Zhao Chengxu had dreamt of was already grand and magnificent, with countless rays of golden light and hundreds of auspicious clouds enveloping it. Even without the sun in the sky, each palace was still radiant and splendid. In contrast, the previously pitch-black state was extremely abnormal, as if the light in the entire space was circling around the palaces.
Now, at last, light was willing to spill through the gaps covered by the hall, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere in one breath.
However, the eerie and terrifying atmosphere did not lessen with the change in lighting:
