A row of light cranes cried out as they took flight, embedding themselves into the washed blue sky in the distance.
The wind brushed against the green pines, their needles trembling, faintly filled with the distant and ethereal sound of a qin.
Su Bei walked along the bluestone path, the breeze stirring his white hair and billowing his white robe.
The sunlight was neither intense nor blazing, casting a slanting glow across the mountains.
At present, his spiritual realm was in a strange state, utterly devoid of Spiritual Energy within his Spirit of the Sea, yet the surrounding Spiritual Energy was at his fingers' reach, as if he had completely merged with the world around him.
He seemed more like an invisible man, undetectable by others.
If one were to speak of cultivation, he had indeed passed the Heart Demon Tribulation, yet he felt none of the vigorous Spiritual Energy that Nan Ji possessed. His whole being seemed like a wandering ghost.
So what realm is this?
