Worth Of A Disciple

A special world that's inaccessible to even the best of celestial rankers floated around in space, moving without making any big ripples despite its high energy.

From the outside, the world might as well not exist. Because any person below a certain range of power could only perceive a sparkling white dot in the sky. But for the powerful, that dot was the gate into the special world.

The sparkling dot moved aimlessly in the space, easily passing by the ferocious blackholes, unfazed despite the chaotic aura these celestial structures spewed out.

A silhouttee in a dazzling white appeared out of nowhere and stretched his finger toward the white dot.

His figure disappeared, part by part, as if he was being sucked in. The vision of the person shifted and a beautiul garden appeared in his sight.