From above, Panlong Mountain lies coiled like a dormant dragon, its rivers and peaks interconnected like a living painting. Beyond the nine-layered firmament, clouds billow without end, flowing like endless mountain ridges. Occasionally, green thunder explodes, lightning dances, danger abounds—this is not a land mortals can tread upon.
High above the cloud sea of the nine heavens, at unfathomable heights, Chen Jichuan sits cross-legged amidst the clouds. With each breath, spiritual light flickers, and specks of pure spirit separate from the heavens, gradually coalescing into a tangible form.
Ordinary folk would be unable to discern its true nature, but should Grandmaster Wul or other Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators witness this sight, they would surely lose their composure. For each crystalline drop of spirit carries a profound vitality, its purity and elegance surpassing any treasures of heaven and earth they might have encountered in their lifetimes.
