A dazzlingly blue sky met his eyes.
Puffy clouds drifted across the vast and boundless expanse of the clear, azure sky.
Below, towering mountain ranges rose and fell in an endless chain. A great river, like a jade belt, snaked its way through the mountains and plains.
The magnificent landscape teemed with birds and beasts, vibrant with life.
Gazing down upon the land filled Fang Cheng with a sense of peace, but strangely, this world was devoid of Spiritual Qi.
Suddenly, he sensed something was amiss. He turned to look, but the vortex behind him had already vanished.
He frowned slightly and, out of habit, activated a Concealing Breath Talisman to conceal his presence before flying down.
This space was far larger than Fang Cheng had anticipated. He flew for hundreds of li without seeing any end to it and was secretly astonished at the resources of the ancient sects.
