"Come out, voidheart worm!" Tianming couldn't be bothered playing its games. Not only did he have his Infernal Armor on, he had brought out all ten of his godswords before him as he ascended the platform. He turned into a shooting star as he charged through the cloudy fog.

All of a sudden, he saw nothing but a vast blankness, as if he had ascended past the clouds to a world of pure white. Nothing but masses of cotton covered his view. When he stepped on them, they felt rather sturdy. Farther ahead of him was the top of the Sky Palace Formation. He was close to the tallest point in the Sky Palace.

"Hey, turn back," Ying Huo said in an odd voice.

Tianming quickly turned behind...