Li Xiaofei had not visited Heaven in a very, very long time. It was not because the road was too far, nor because he lacked the time. It was simply because, for a long while, he had felt that he should not return.0

White clouds drifted endlessly in the sky. The Southern Heavenly Gate stood tall and magnificent after its reconstruction. The white jade-like stone radiated an aura of purity and majesty.0

A solitary figure appeared beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, seated cross-legged in mid-air. He wore white robes as pristine as jade. His posture was upright and dignified. The aura he emitted was at least that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. He was just one step away from becoming a quasi-Emperor.0

He guarded this place alone. He was but one man, yet he gave off the imposing presence of a thousand-strong...0