After many years, Zhao Qingtan once again felt the gravity of his homeland.
The gravity of Hometown was ultimately not a perfect fit for the Divine Land. Though ordinary people could almost entirely ignore the difference, cultivators' senses were many times sharper than those of mortals.
Of course, sharper was all it was. This difference in gravity was not enough to cause cultivators any adverse effects on their health.
At first, Zhao Qingtan only felt that his body had grown slightly heavier, as though he had put on several especially thick layers of clothing.
He looked out through the porthole.
This time, the starship had waited until it was securely parked before waking him from his deathlike state.
To Zhao Qingtan's surprise, the starship had not docked on the moon, nor in the South Sea, nor even in some uninhabited region.
It was an unfamiliar city.
Tall buildings stood in dense ranks, their lines hooking and intertwining. Countless tracks curled back and forth among those skyscrapers that pierced the clouds, like patterns in the clouds and like soaring dragons. Dreamlike spell-light remained clearly visible even during the day. Many cultivators rode escape lights through the air, while below, carriages and horses flowed in an unending stream.
A strange sight.
A city he had never seen before.
Thinking this, Zhao Qingtan stepped off the starship.
Su Junyu had already been waiting below. He released the aura of his mana, and Zhao Qingtan quickly noticed him. With a flicker, he appeared before Su Junyu.
"Tut, Junior Brother Su, your cultivation has advanced at lightning speed." Zhao Qingtan smiled. "You're already at late Primordial Spirit. What, are cultivators who have crossed half a step beyond the Primordial Spirit heavenly pass simply stronger in cultivation than ordinary Primordial Spirit cultivators?"
"Not at all, not