He was grooming his wings; when the True Martial Realm portal appeared, he suddenly raised his head, his golden eyes firmly locked onto the aperture in the sky, a trace of longing flickering within.
"Screech——!"
A piercing eagle's cry tore through the sky, echoing across the entire Tianshan.
The Cloud Saint's wings fluttered, transforming into a golden stream of light, shooting straight into the clouds like an arrow released from a bowstring.
His speed reached the extreme, producing countless sonic booms around him, where he passed, snow swept by the air currents, forming a long white trail.
"The sky of the True Martial Realm must be more expansive than this realm!"
...
Meanwhile, streams of light shot up from every corner of the Southern Domain, heading straight for the True Martial portal in the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Streams of condensed, tangible energy shot through the clouds, each carrying its unique Martial Arts essence straight to the sky.
