C119 The Death of the Martial Cultivator of the Godly Bridge

Just then, a disturbance arose from the Spatial Rift. Lin Yun's face paled slightly, knowing he couldn't linger any longer. He mounted the Green Cloud Sword and soared toward the entrance of the Heavenly Palace.

Without looking back, he could sense the formidable presence of Wai Xian.

Crossing into the Heavenly Palace was like stepping into an alternate realm, shrouded in boundless darkness