The main entrance of Qing Yun Pavilion was tightly shut, with a faint glow emanating from the doors, hinting at an ancient mystery.
Fang Hong stood before the door, his gaze sweeping over the closed panels, then raised his hand to push the door.
To his surprise, his palm met no resistance the moment it touched the wooden door.
His hand passed directly through the door panel as if it were a thin curtain of water.
Fang Hong's heart stirred, and he instantly realized.
This Qing Yun Pavilion was not an ordinary pavilion at all, but a Dao Artifact imbued with the Space Law, its interior already a self-contained world.
Fang Hong no longer hesitated, stepping lightly through the wooden door, and the scene before him abruptly changed.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Hong found himself in an extremely spacious hall.
The palace was towering, with thick pillars, appearing grand and solemn.
