"Greetings, Fellow Daoist, and congratulations on your ascension to the Spirit Realm."
When a steady voice suddenly rang in Zhang Tie's ears, he had just steadied himself from the halo of the Ascension Platform.
The air in the Spirit Realm was several times denser than that of the lower realm, and with every breath he could feel spiritual qi drilling into his meridians along his nasal passages. This long-lost feeling of fullness made his fingertips tingle slightly; after all, the spiritual qi in the territory of the human race during his previous life had not been this abundant.
Looking up, an ordinary-looking man in dark black armor stood beside the white-jade railing on the left side of the Ascension Platform. The edges of his armor plates gleamed with a faint dark light, clearly being spiritual armor fortified with a defensive array. He cupped his fists, a gentle smile hanging on his face as a trace of scrutiny carried in his gaze when it landed on Zhang Tie.
Zhang Tie suppressed the memories surging in his heart, and imitating the other man's posture, he cupped his fists in return. "Greetings, Daoist, I am Zhang Tie."
"This is Tian Yuan City, the main gathering place for the human race in the Spirit Realm."
Saying this, Qing Yun took the lead and stepped down from the Ascension Platform. His dark black armor emitted a slight clinking of armor plates with his movements. "Fellow Daoist Zhang should take a good rest today. The spiritual qi concentration in the Spirit Realm differs from the lower realm. Since you have just ascended, your meridians still need to adapt. Tomorrow I will inform you of the specific situation in Tian Yuan City."
"Then many thanks, Fellow Daoist Qing Yun." Zhang Tie cupped his fists once more, his