Heavenly Court, Sky Sea Pavilion.
Li Zhengdao stood atop the palace, gazing at the tumultuous, ever-changing sea of clouds before him, hands clasped behind his back, deep in thought.
The sea of clouds seemed boundless to the eye. Under the control of the Heavenly Court's arrays, it constantly churned and rolled, simulating various forms of clouds found between heaven and earth. One moment they took the shape of fish scales, the next they became block-like, and then they transformed into cotton-like wisps.
In this ceaseless transformation, thunder occasionally streaked across, accompanied by wind and rain, while the fog and snow altered at random.
This sea of clouds had been specially created by Li Zhengdao for his cultivation of the Heavenly Cloud Saint Technique. As he watched the unpredictable clouds, difficult to fathom, the power of his Primordial Spirit inside him also seemed to become illusory and indefinable, as if both present and otherwise.
