Traveling Through the Conferred Gods: Shen Gongbao's Counterattack

The clear and crisp chirping of birds came to my ears, melodious and melodious, like the sound of nature. The faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the nose, refreshing and calming the mind. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a palace with carved beams and painted pillars. The ground paved with sapphire glowed like a puddle of clear water. In the distance, among the clouds and mist, you can vaguely see the continuous fairy mountains, with majestic peaks and peaks. Where is this? Looking down at his hands, he saw no longer the rough palms stained with oil from the factory, but a pair of fair and slender hands, with a faint aura lingering on the fingertips, as crystal clear as morning dew. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.