"Cheep-cheep, cheep-cheep!"
The crisp chirping of birds came from far away, seeming especially ethereal in the fresh morning after the rain.
The dark clouds in the sky had long since dispersed. Against the pale-blue canopy, the entire emerald valley looked as delicate and charming as a little bird.
Zhang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, in excellent condition. He did not know whether it was because of the scenery or because part of his soul had recovered, but at this moment, his senses spread outward. It was as though this little world could resonate perfectly with him—as though some mysterious, profound power between heaven and earth had finally opened a tiny crack to him, allowing him to vaguely glimpse a higher level.
"I wonder whether this level counts as an immortal cultivator. In any case, the immortal cultivator I used to call myself was definitely fake. So if I get the chance, I have to understand this world more deeply. That Broken-Legged Robin and my current identity as a Ghost Hunter are the best points of entry."
As Zhang Yang pondered, he cautiously withdrew his soul perception. Thus, the man who had been spirited, his eyes flashing like lightning and his presence swallowing mountains and rivers just a moment ago, immediately became disheveled, dull-eyed, listless, and utterly ordinary!
Even the picturesque scenery and wondrous resonance between heaven and earth that had appeared under his soul perception vanished without a trace.
The scenery was still beautiful, but it had lost its soul.
Back when Zhang Yang had yet to take the First-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill, even though his soul strength was already Transcendent A+, he had never experienced this marvelous sensation of sudden enlightenment.
But now, all he could say was that this thing was truly miraculous.
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