Yang Yan opened his eyes, looking directly at the sky above.
He had already heard that series of silver-bell-like laughter, which was why he looked up as soon as he opened his eyes.
The scene in the sky came into view.
A towering high building stood atop the heavenly dome, almost as if it was real.
Inside the pavilion, there were many girls dressed in light clothing frolicking.
Their laughter was soothing and enchanting.
"Master, the mirage is blocking our way," Tianyang Saint said at that moment.
Not only did it block their path forward, but the descending mist was also spreading toward them at great speed!
If they were enveloped, they would fall into the mirage.
"I see it!" Yang Yan's True Profound Immortal Pupil lit up.
He saw through the mist and saw the figures and the pavilion within.
They were vague shadows, not real people, just an illusion.
"Should we go around it or go through it?" Lin Feixue, who had just woken up, asked.
