As Jiang Yi stepped into Taiming Hall, he felt as if he were in a vast, murky void, surrounded by absolute emptiness.
Moments later, strange lights began to flare up, gradually enveloping his body and transporting him to an unfamiliar world.
Below him lay majestic mountain ranges stretching for thousands of miles. Floating peaks and bizarre rock formations hung in the mid-air; some were connected, twisting and winding, while others were scattered about like a smattering of stars.
Jiang Yi opened his hand and made a grasping motion. The dense Spiritual Energy flowed through his palm, leaving behind brilliant motes like fine grains of sand.
He wrapped them in a bit of Magical Power, and the brilliant motes melted like snow, transforming into wisps of Purifying Qi. He then drew them into his Inner Mansion through his mouth and nose, nourishing the golden Daoist lotus within.
He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
