Qin Zheng gently nodded, then turned around to look back at the towering and immense Heavenly Palace.
In the deepest hall, a figure dressed in a jade white Emperor's Robe sat squarely in the center, emanating traces of Primordial Intent all over, silent and immensely dignified.
This figure was starkly different from the blue-robed scholar Qin Zheng had just seen, as if they were two different people.
Such a thought flashed through Qin Zheng's mind, and then with a step, he crossed into the void, disappearing instantly from outside the Heavenly Palace.
The void continuously reverberated in reverse.
In just a moment, Qin Zheng had left the Immortal City and arrived at the edge of the Central Immortal Dynasty.
He extended his right hand and instantly, with a golden light swirling, a twenty-eight-layered miniature tower landed in the palm of his hand.