C312 Closed-door soup

Yang Hao looked as far as the eye could see. Clouds and mist lingered around him, and divine light glittered everywhere in a multicolored manner, as if he was a heavenly palace. Among the clouds and mist, mountains and palaces were faintly discernible, giving off an ethereal feeling.

Standing below, looking up, he seemed to be far away, far away from the world.

"This is the Ziyao Palace