"This is the seventh layer, just look up and you can see the seventh layer of the Immortal Palace!"
The monk's words were full of excitement, his demeanor lacking the temperament of a truly ascended master, yet he had indeed climbed all the way to the seventh layer.
"What you're saying is no different from not saying anything. You can look up and see those illusory mirages on the other layers too," Gao Ming let Flesh Ghost God recover his head first, as he needed to keep observing for more communication.
"It's different," the monk said mysteriously, "On this layer, someone truly saw an Immortal in the palace!"
"Immortal?" Gao Ming's neck wound tore open, and he simply gave up healing it: "Not everyone who appears inside the Immortal Palace is an Immortal."
