Early morning, Yujing South Suburban Airport.
A silver-white plane soared into the sky like a great bird, gradually ascending into the clouds.
Zhang Fan sat by the window, watching the ground grow more and more distant, unable to suppress his awe at the power of technology.
Even though he had now stepped into the Mahasattva Realm, he could only allow his Primordial Spirit to leave his body for Ascension; as for his physical form, he was still far from the so-called art of flying through the air.
"Cultivation, cultivation. Tell me, just what realm does one have to reach to soar to the heavens and travel the earth?" Zhang Fan could not help but say.
The true path of cultivation is nothing like the legends.
