C70 Ten-thousand golden light

"My god, is the end of the stairs heaven?" A cultivator cried out in alarm, finding it difficult to remain calm in his heart.

"The pure and ethereal world, the swirling Immortal mist, the myriad golden lights … I seem to have smelled the aura of an Immortal …."

"No, it doesn't seem like an immortal realm, but more like the aura of ancient times. It's said that in the ancient years