The white gate opened majestically.
A surge of pristine aura diffused into the atmosphere, and the cultivators noticed a milky, puzzling world awaiting on the other side.
"Is this what the Central Heaven Daoist Ground looks like?"
"Every second counts. Hurry up and get in."
Chu Kuangren and the Heavenly Imperials turned into rays of light and dashed into the Daoist Ground.
The group arrived at an empty and unpigmented world.
It seemed like the entire realm was hollowed out. However, on closer inspection, one could sense that the surroundings were flowing with countless mythical Daoist patterns.
The Daoist patterns seemed to contain the markings of everything within this world as if they were the source of the universe's own existence.
"I can feel my insights into the Dao becoming clearer the moment I stepped into this space. In fact, it's as clear as it's ever been."
"Me too…"