At that moment, Jiang Jichen was enveloped in a descending purple light.
With a flicker of his Divine Thought, he, Qing Xun, and Blood Hand vanished from where they stood.
When they reappeared, they were in a strange, new land.
They saw shimmering lakes and vibrant mountains, maple forests blazing like fire, and towering, snow-capped peaks under a blue sky dotted with white clouds.
Before Jiang Jichen lay an open clearing carpeted with fallen leaves.
All around them was a juxtaposition of scenes: the splendor of blossoming flowers, the melancholy of drifting maple leaves, cascading waterfalls on high mountains, and ancient vines snaking up the slopes.
Exotic birds soared through the air, spiritual apes leaped across chasms, and fish swam freely in the lakes...
The scenery was like an Immortal Realm, beautiful beyond words.
Qing Xun and Blood Hand opened their eyes just in time to witness this scene of ultimate beauty.
