Huang Long Zhenren took a deep breath, then took out a piece of purple jade, throwing it into the air, quickly using hand pinch mudra, drawing a character in mid-air, murmured: “Open!”
The Jade lit up with a flash, a ring-shaped beam spread out with the jade as a center point, forming a semi-circular aperture that people can pass through.
Huang Long Zhenren without hesitation stepped inside, Wang Lin hesitated, then followed him to enter.
The moment he entered, his eyes widened. Old and simple buildings appeared clearly in front of him one after the other. Traces of power came from the sky, and he almost couldn’t breathe from the magnificence.