The sky gradually darkened. The small world within Dream Paradise had day and night, just like the world outside.
The colorful mist had long since dispersed, and all was silent. There was little noise in the forest, because demon beasts rarely appeared unless spirit furnaces emerged with guardians accompanying them.
The seven of them found a quiet place to rest for the time being and waited for the next day.
At their head was a handsome, blue-haired youth who seemed approachable, fresh, and unworldly. Faint traces of golden light lay within his eyes, as blue as the deep sea. Dressed in white gauze robes, he looked like a deity descended to the mortal world.
He looked at his teammates and said, "All right, get some rest." After those quiet words, he took out a substantial-looking book. It was a book on the study of Elven Script, something exceedingly rare even in the Knight Temple. With Yang Tian's talent and standing, he had permission to borrow such advanced literature.
With humans and demons currently at war, humanity placed great importance on geniuses. After revealing his one hundred points of innate internal spiritual power, Yang Tian had received the Holy Temple's full support in his development, including resources, equipment, and more. There were also spirit furnaces, the finest among those of the Six Great Temples.
Watching Yang Tian recline in midair and calmly read his book, Zhang Fangfang said to Li Ang, "No wonder your commander knows so much about spirit furnaces. It seems he's a very knowledgeable man."
The book floated on its own before Yang Tian, turning its pages automatically after he had read for a while.
The calm Yang Tian gave an impression of wisdom and a thirst for knowledge.
Li Ang gave a simple, honest smile and lowered