The Flowing Rosy Cloud Boat set off. In the blink of an eye, the ferry traveled thousands upon thousands of miles, leaving an immensely long trail above the sea of clouds, like a carpenter snapping an ink line.
Since they were in a hurry, Liu Tui did not care about that bit of Spiritual Energy consumption and pushed the Flowing Rosy Cloud Boat to its utmost speed.
Chen Ping'an knocked on the door. Ning Yao opened it with a book still in hand. Chen Ping'an glanced at its cover—it was a crime-and-mystery tale.
Ning Yao said she wanted to see Chen Ping'an's current condition. Chen Ping'an then held his breath, concentrated his mind, opened layer upon layer of restrictions, and laid open the doors of his Human Body as World.
She condensed a mustard-seed wisp of consciousness and carefully examined Chen Ping'an's Heart Image World. Amid a vast chaos, it showed signs of primordial creation. At the Sky Curtain, a massive hole had appeared in the dense blue sea of clouds, like a Spirit opening a single eye. Wherever that gaze reached, a scene manifested: limitless heavenly light poured down upon the world, magnificent and spectacular as a blazing sun constantly melting away.
A colossal tornado that connected to the blue heavens continually skirted around those golden foundations that kept melting, falling to earth, solidifying, and growing thicker and taller. This land tornado, containing Spiritual Energy, Dao rhyme, fist techniques, and sword intent, revolved tirelessly across the earth with the lonely posture of one bitterly seeking a kindred soul. It carried a vast, savage wilderness aura—ancient, weighty, and silent—like a Great Shaman standing tall between heaven and earth, circling a young divine altar named "Eternity," wishing to sing loud songs to entertain the gods, yet ultimately voiceless.
Standing together atop