"Incredible."
Sun Wukong looked around and couldn't help but marvel.
The architecture of this city was peculiar, with countless pavilions extending endlessly as if reflecting each other above and below the ground.
The roads and stairways of the city were complex and intertwined, all built suspended in the air, with no shortage of spiraling and intersecting sections, looking like a tangled mass of ropes, intricate and challenging to unravel at a glance.
Sun Wukong was reminded of the Palm Buddha Country of Buddha.
However, upon closer inspection, it differed from the sanctity and solemnity of Buddha Country, with Immortal Zhenyuan's distinctive aesthetic designs evident everywhere.
Numerous luminous and colorful spiritual objects adorned the buildings and roads, lighting up the entire city in a riot of colors, bright and clear, yet not as blinding as daylight.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of a dragon car's bells rang from afar, and Sun Wukong couldn't help but look up.
