Splash, splash—
The clouds churned, continuously parting and scattering with the escaping light of a flying boat, waves of air surging like a tide.
The sea of clouds stretched vast and mighty, presenting a thousand shifting sights.
It broadened the heart and left the spirit open and refreshed.
This kind of feeling was not his first time experiencing it, yet it still left him intoxicated, utterly entranced.
Looking down from within the clouds at this stretch of heaven and earth gave him a feeling completely different from ordinary days.
Unfettered, suddenly enlightened, like a mayfly roaming heaven and earth, knowing the breadth of the world and the boundless vastness of the firmament.
Chen Ping'an wore a long azure robe, his clothes fluttering wildly, his spirits high.
The meaning of cultivation did not lie only in the comparison of strength and weakness, but even more in heaven and earth.
This moment, Righteous Qi brewed within Chen Ping'an's heart, making his breast broad and his divine intent natural.
Only after a long while did Chen Ping'an finally break free from that kind of mysterious perception.
"The Dao follows nature; one should comprehend it from heaven and earth."
Chen Ping'an's eyes shone brilliantly, stars surging within them.
Looking at this vast heaven and earth, he felt only incomparable exhilaration in his heart.
In martial cultivation, upon reaching the Celestial Realm, one had effectively arrived at a clear dividing line where the Jing and Wei rivers were distinct.
Those of the Celestial Realm used human strength to sense Heavenly Power, used the soul to sense heaven and earth, and thereby borrowed Heavenly Power.
Therefore, for those of the Celestial Realm, the path of cultivation lay not only in the inner landscape, but even more between heaven and earth.
And when Celestial cultivation reached the