In the region between Luoqi Prefecture and Yunlu Prefecture, clouds veiled parts of the sky, while stars shone through elsewhere.
Thunder rumbled within the clouds from time to time, its sound strangely muffled.
Unlike Stoneborn, who rode his Wind-Fire Wheels straight toward Yunlu Prefecture, Hui Mian had parted ways with him outside the city and ridden the wind steadily upward, soon rising above the clouds.
Only then did Hui Mian calm his mind and focus his senses. Deep within his spiritual platform, a wisp of flame burned like an ever-burning lamp, connecting strands of incense power and seeming to let him sense the many sculpted divine images far away.
By now, statues of Yunlai had been erected one after another in True Lord Temples across the land.
Though he had gone only a short while without sensing it, the incense and fire prayer power had clearly grown quite substantial.
Compared with Yi Shuyuan, Hui Mian still had a considerable way to go.
Since he had yet to achieve transformation, becoming a god could only be done by sending his divine sense out of his body. Without Yi Shuyuan's divine assistance, however, his divine sense could not travel far.
Thus, even when transforming, even though Great God Yunlai was himself, he still had to keep reassuring himself and overcome a certain latent fear in his heart.
At one point, the little marten rising on the wind seemed to fall asleep, his body swaying like a fallen leaf about to drift down.
Transform!
With that sharp cry within his mind, a shadowy figure flew out of the little marten's body. Divine light immediately appeared, forming a long-haired man in flowing robes. Radiance gathered in one hand, and he actually grasped a scroll that passed from illusion into substance.
His other hand caught