The instant Fang Chen and the others passed through the Space Vortex, a damp, gentle breeze rushed to meet them, carrying the mingled fragrance of earth and vegetation. It was utterly unlike anything on the Barbaric Continent.
Fang Chen stepped out of the vortex onto grass as soft as a velvet carpet.
He raised his head. Everywhere he looked, the world seemed steeped in a gentle glow.
The sky of the Absolute Heaven Realm was a soft milky white. There was no sun, yet it was as bright as a spring afternoon.
Light fell evenly from the dome of the sky, as though the entire heavens were one enormous glazed lamp, its radiance ground fine and spread across every inch of land.
The earth beneath his feet was the palest jade green, like chalcedony soaked in spring water.
The soil felt warm and yielded slightly underfoot, as though every step landed on the skin of something alive.
The grass grew in blades so fine and dense that each seemed carved from emerald, catching the light in tiny crystalline glints.
The air was thick with Spiritual Qi, so rich it was almost liquid.
Fang Chen took a deep breath. The Spiritual Qi flowed through his nose and into his lungs like warm honeyed wine sliding down his throat, carrying a strange sweetness as it spread through his Meridians to his Four Limbs and Hundred Bones.
He could feel the Floating Immortal Art within him circulating a little faster under the nourishment of that Spiritual Qi.
"What dense Spiritual Qi!"
The myna bird narrowed its eyes slightly and could not help exclaiming. Faint silver Runes were flickering across its feathers.
"The Spiritual Qi here is several times denser than in even the finest Blessed Lands of the Outer Heavens!"
Great Emperor Huo