A human figure formed from white fog made Su Yi slightly wary.
However, he quickly recognized this human figure. It was the old man that had appeared in the illusory realm under the mud lake.
It was Yunxiao.
He was no longer as illusory as the illusory realm. Instead, he seemed to have solidified under the gathering of the flowing clouds.
A white light flickered in his eyes, but he did not have any pupils. He looked at Su Yi and said indifferently, "I can feel the key on your body. Come with me, Fated One."
There were no more questions. Instead, it was as if a script has been activated. The figure formed by elder Yunxiao slowly floated in front of Su Yi as if he was leading the way for him.
The direction they were heading towards was the great hall in the middle of the flowing clouds.
Two golden words were carved on the eaves of the building, the Skyscraping Hall.