Fan Wubing and Baili Yao Yue stood suspended at the peak of the sky.
Thirty-three innate supreme treasures slowly rotated around them, dragging light like comet tails.
Fan Wubing's gaze was serene, as if peering through the ages.
He was simultaneously feeling the twenty-two once Ascension Platforms, now Fallen Immortal Lands. After the foundation of this Small Thousand World was completely shaped, they regained vitality, and a sense of eternity from time kept emerging.
All these everlasting meanings pointed to the same place.
And there, was the collapsed Path to Immortality.
Baili Yao Yue suddenly thought of something, then said,
"There's a place that's been overlooked."
Fan Wubing asked,
"Where?"
"The Underworld. The Underworld of this Small Thousand World seems not to have been rebuilt. Was it overlooked?"
Fan Wubing shook his head, "No, I deliberately did not rebuild the Underworld."
"Why?"
Fan Wubing said,
