The dizziness faded.
When Fang Yang opened his eyes, the scene before him was no longer the vast, violet-gold sky from before.
The sky was pale gold, and the earth was a vibrant green.
And in the distance rose a colossal, majestic tower.
It had a total of eighty-one floors, soaring into the clouds, its peak impossible to see.
Even more peculiar, the body of each floor was a different color, alternating through red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet.
Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda
A look of shock appeared in Fang Yang's eyes.
After a long moment, he collected himself and looked around, noticing Sen Hui and the four Pavilion Elders.
They, too, were gazing at the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda in awe.
Sen Wei, however, stood with her hands clasped behind her back and said indifferently:
