The next day, early morning.
The weather turned warmer. A gentle breeze stirred ripples across the sea of clouds, ushering in a dawn that spread across the sky.
Under the sunshine, the entire Wonderous Palace was coated with a layer of golden gauze, dazzling and magnificent.
In the sky dome, one after another, graceful figures swept across like startled swans, lightly touching down upon the mountaintops.
Wen Zhixing stepped out of his room and looked up.
All these figures were like him, up early to practice their cultivation. It had to be said that the disciples of the Wonderous Palace were indeed diligent when it came to cultivation. They not only practiced strenuously at night but also kept themselves busy early in the morning.
"Once I step into the Qi Movement Realm, I should be able to cultivate the art of magical flight as well," Wen Zhixing said, a trace of envy flashing in his eyes.
