The journey from Moonwatch City to Soaring Heavens Palace was quite long. The flying magical artifacts used by Hou Sanfeng and the others were extremely fast; if not for the protective light barrier around them, Lu Xiaotian and the others would likely have been blown straight from the sky by the high-altitude gale winds.
They rested several times along the way, not because Qian Dayong and the others lacked spiritual power—flying at this level did not consume much of it. Rather, Lu Xiaotian and the other newly admitted disciples were starving, and without fasting pills, they had to stop to replenish their food. Fortunately, the wilderness was full of birds, beasts, and wild fruit. After brief replenishment, they continued their flight.
After repeating this for more than ten days, Lu Xiaotian looked into the distance during a break from cultivation. Amid the clouds and mist far away, he could vaguely make out a range of rolling peaks. The largest green mountain among them emanated an oppressive spiritual pressure, and the immense structures built upon it resembled palaces floating amid the clouds.
Lu Xiaotian clicked his tongue in wonder. Perhaps only immortals cultivators could create such a miracle.
"Ha ha, after traveling for more than ten days, my mouth has gone so bland I could taste birds. We've finally arrived!" Hou Sanfeng, flying ahead on his sword, shouted as he headed toward one of the peaks.
Hou Sanfeng, Qian Dali, Wang Juan, Zhao Zhong, and the others scattered in different directions, ending their journey together of more than ten days.
The mountains around Soaring Heavens Palace were rich in spiritual energy. Comparatively speaking, the peaks covered in lavish residences were even more so, though likely only those of higher status were qualified to live there.
Qian Dali led the group to