The autumn wind was bleak, and the leaves had turned golden.
Soul Masters were not particularly sensitive to the changing seasons.
As their Soul Power Cultivation increased, the effects of the external environment gradually weakened, to the point that Soul Masters became less sensitive to seasonal changes.
Moreover, spring, summer, autumn, and winter did not have much impact on most Soul Masters, except for those whose Martial Souls inherently possessed elemental or other attributes.
For instance, rain, ice and snow, thunder, or vitality—Soul Masters with such attributes paid closer attention to the changing seasons.
But most other Soul Masters, who lacked such attributes and whose cultivation progress was unaffected by such weather phenomena, did not care about it.
For ordinary people, however, the changing seasons were something that had to be taken into account.
Along the way, Jiang Ming and the others had seen mountains, rivers, and lakes, passed fields of rippling rice and wheat, and witnessed the lives of many ordinary people.
Life was not especially good, but it was peaceful enough.
"Senior Disciple Sister, what do you think the God Realm is like?"
Ma Xiaotao lifted the carriage curtain and glanced up at the azure sky.
The God Realm was one of the ultimate dreams in the hearts of Soul Masters. Throughout history, only a handful of people had ever ascended to it.
And before long, they too would become part of that handful.
"We'll know once we become gods and go up there ourselves. I've never been to the God Realm either, and the academy has no records about it."
Zhang Lexuan spoke with a soft smile, anticipation and curiosity flickering in her eyes as well.
The God Realm.
A trace of anticipation also surfaced in Ling Luochen's cool eyes.
Jiang Ming was no longer lying on