Within the Canglan Realm, there is no sun, only the drifting mist.
However, everyone can still feel the passage of time from the movement of the mist, as if this mist contains the Dao of Time, making one acutely aware of time when they are clear-minded.
Boom!
Suddenly, a clap of thunder sounded in the sky above the Canglan Realm.
On a mountaintop, where Jiang Chen and others were cultivating, they all opened their eyes, stood up, and looked at a mountain ten miles away, above which a thundercloud was slowly gathering. A figure slowly rose from the mountain peak and hovered in mid-air, gazing at the thundercloud overhead.
At this moment, the aura of the Great Dao between heaven and earth seemed to become active, unusually clear to perceive.
