The sky above the cloud tops was like a cold, crystal-clear blue gem.
Sunlight pierced through the gaps between the rolling waves of cloud, plating this white ocean with a layer of flowing golden radiance.
There was no dust here, no clamor.
Only ultimate stillness and vastness, like a tranquil garden suspended beyond the mortal world, belonging solely to a God.
Suspended ten thousand meters high, Fang Cheng spread his arms wide, letting the gentle long wind and warm sunlight softly enfold him.
As the sun fully leaped out from the sea's surface, the surrounding temperature gradually climbed, and that bone-deep chill in the air quietly dispersed.
Having vented the exhilaration in his chest, Fang Cheng stirred his mind, turning his introspection to his Inner Vision Dantian.
The successive bursts and high-altitude sprints had consumed nearly twenty percent of the True Qi in his body.
