Chen Ping stared at it quietly for a long time before slowly saying, “No wonder it’s called the Twenty-First Heaven.”

Xuanzhenzi stood beside him, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground, his cloudy eyes wide with disbelief: “Good heavens… this is too… too big…”

He pointed to the Netherworld Abyss at the bottom and then to the Celestial Pivot Continent at the top, drawing a huge circle in the air with his finger: “How far is it from bottom to top?”

“The Netherworld Abyss is about a million miles away from the Star Belt.”

A hoarse voice came from the void, “At your speed, you wouldn’t arrive even after a month of flying.”

Xuanzhenzi was startled and turned around abruptly: “Who?!”

A black figure slowly emerged from the void, its black robe billowing, like a layer of mist peeled away from the shadows.