Ning Cheng paused. He caught sight of a crude stone hermitage, its shape resembling the Fallen Star Temple he had seen before. This hermitage floated amidst the Milky Way, not submerged in the riverbed. However, the surrounding restrictions shielded it completely, preventing the silver waters of the river from eroding it.
It really is Xing Xi, that woman. She lacks creativity—all suppressed temples and hermitages look exactly the same.
Ning Cheng raised his hand, and the Creation Divine Spear fell into his grasp. With several successive strikes, the restrictive barrier around the stone hermitage loosened, and Ning Cheng stepped directly into its confines.
In front of the hermitage, within the restrictions, was a path of green stone slabs. Ning Cheng took several steps along the path to arrive at a weathered grand entrance.
