Chu Qing's Divine Treasury hung high above the firmament.
The hundred-ton Divine Treasury drifted through the skies above the Imperial Capital in an inconceivable manner.
This time, because it was carrying people, its maximum altitude was only a little over three hundred meters.
But that distance was already enough.
Many Heaven-Connecting Martial Artists could not even leap three hundred meters into the air, much less remain suspended at such a height.
Standing atop the Divine Treasury and looking down upon the Imperial Capital,
Chu Qing felt his heart and mind open wide, and his mood improved considerably.
"I was meant to stand high above the nine heavens and look down upon all living things!"
In that instant, a mad thought surfaced in Chu Qing's heart.
"This is merely an Ancient Divine Treasury!"
"If I use ancient methods to restore the other realms, could I use these minor realms to build a city in the sky?"
"And I would be the ruler of that city."
"Or even... the ruler of the world!"
A mad thought rose within Chu Qing's heart.
Once it was born, the thought spread wildly like weeds, impossible to control.
Below:
Countless people looked up at the sky.
At that moment, some aristocratic families sighed.
"Chu Qing is about to soar into the heavens in a single flight!"
"If our generation produced an expert like Chu Qing,"
"Then the next dynasty would surely be founded by us!"
"An Ancient Divine Treasury?"
"How could those old fogies at the Martial Academy give something so precious to a mud-legged peasant?"
"Our Lineage has asked them for it for decades, and they refused every time. Why would they give it to a mud-legged peasant?"
"Why is this mud-legged peasant different from everyone else?"
A Head of the House simply could