It was noon.
The sky was clear.
Since it was spring,
the temperature all around was very pleasant.
And as that fleeting spacetime fissure opened and closed on its own,
the wisp of gray mist carrying Ling Wuyuan's will silently appeared several thousand meters above the ground.
At that moment,
the closest things to him were a flock of birds soaring at tremendous speed.
Although those birds were merely ordinary creatures with no special powers whatsoever, they were hardly small. Their wingspans measured at least two meters, and they flew fast enough to rival conventional passenger planes from Ling Wuyuan's previous life.
To be honest,
creatures of that caliber would clearly have ranked among the apex predators of the food chain on the Earth he once knew.
Here, however... they undoubtedly counted as some of the creatures at the very bottom of the food chain.
Right then, before Ling Wuyuan could even observe them for more than a few seconds,
a bird of prey suddenly swooped down from above, effortlessly scattering the flock and snatching away the most delicious-looking bird in next to no time.
It was like an eagle snatching up a chick.
Seeing this,
Ling Wuyuan could only withdraw his gaze.
He turned his attention instead to the vast expanse of land below.
Although the true essence remaining in this wisp of gray mist amounted to less than one hundred-thousandth of what he had brought with him,
that amount was undoubtedly still immense beyond the imagination of many weaker beings. So immense, in fact, that when creating the spacetime singularity earlier, Ling Wuyuan had deliberately needed to expend a little extra energy.
The reason was simple.
This was the [Mortal Realm] of the [Xikong Immortal Realm].
Carrying too much energy could easily trigger all sorts of unnecessary problems.