The Bixiao Fantasy Palace was enveloped in a crystalline, sparkling layer of white light.
Beneath the palace's illusory shadow, a somewhat blurred rainbow staircase extended from the palace gates through the light barrier, presumably the only entrance to the Bixiao Fantasy Palace.
Liu Ming glanced at the rainbow staircase but did not immediately go over. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the white light barrier outside, examining the defensive enchantment laid down by the ancient cultivator thoroughly.
The light shield was as white and smooth as jade, seemingly calm, yet it emitted an extraordinary sense of solidity.
At the thought, Liu Ming released a strand of spiritual force and swept it over slowly.
But a few feet from the barrier, the spiritual force seemed to hit an invisible wall, unable to penetrate even an inch further, and a faint sense of danger emanated from deep within.
Clearly, anyone who foolishly tried to force their way through would meet with no good end.