The familiar Bright Continent was getting farther and farther away. Shen Yanxiao could no longer see the familiar scenery. All he could see was the blue sky and the white clouds. They were in the clouds, isolated from the chaos of the world.
After soaring to a certain height, everyone had a strange feeling, as if they had completely left the world they were familiar with and entered a new, mysterious, and quiet realm.
Everything here is so imminent, the clouds change slowly with the wind, the sky is wider than the ocean, everything is so beautiful and quiet.
There was no sound, they couldn't hear anything except each other's breath.
"We're here." Shen Siyu raised his head and looked upward.
Everyone followed his gaze.
Among the clouds, they saw a picture they had never imagined.
Above the dense clouds, a huge sky city is quietly suspended in the mid-air. It is the most perfect combination of white and gold, huge and majestic.
Shen Yanxiao stared at the silent city in the sky with his mouth agape. Whether it was the never-setting sun or the mermaid's hometown, it was not one ten thousandth as beautiful as the city in the sky in front of him. It was like a collection of the most perfect craftsmanship from heaven. Just like the art created.
The sea of clouds floated around the City in the Sky, and the legendary city quietly appeared in their sight.
"This is... the legendary city in the sky..." Tang Nazhi swallowed his saliva. He had imagined countless times what the place where the gods would live would look like, but no matter how many times he thought about it, no matter how beautiful it was, , it’s not as real as what you see in front of you.
Qi Xia, Yang Xi, Yan Yu, and Li Xiaowei all chose to remain silent. They were completely shocked by the city in the sky in front of them. No words could describe their shock and sigh at this moment.
Compared with the City in the Sky, the city with the largest city in the Bright Continent, The Sun Never Sets, is simply miserable.
The light gradually led them to the Sky City. At the front of the Sky City, a huge sculpture stood in an extended area. It was made of crystal and shone brightly.
Xiu led everyone and stopped in front of the sculpture.
The first time they set foot on the territory of the Gods, the first time they stepped on the stone slabs of the Sky City, even the phantom members who had experienced strong winds and waves and became calm felt that their hearts were full of surging emotions.
"This is the Shenyin Terrace. If you go forward, you will see the main body of the Sky City." Shen Siyu spoke up at the right time, introducing the glory of the gods to the first batch of foreign guests that the Sky City has welcomed in millions of years.
The sight in front of them overwhelmed the phantom youths. They wished they could imprint everything here in their hearts.
"It's so quiet here." Shen Yanxiao stood on the Shenyin Platform, looking at this stunningly beautiful city, but a sudden sadness rose in his heart.
Such a beautiful city is filled with suffocating silence, but hidden beneath this beauty is thousands of years of loneliness.
During that battle, not a single god came back here alive. For thousands of years, there was no longer a living god in the City of the Sky. All that was left here was the silence of death and endless nothingness.
"It's always been like this here." Xiu held Shen Yanxiao's hand and said softly.