Above the sea of clouds, a figure swept past like the wind—it was Jiang Changsheng. Standing atop a white cloud, he roamed the vault of heaven, nearly a thousand zhang above the ground.
A great wind stirred his Gouchen Heavenly Duke Great Feather Robe and black hair. His face was full of smiles, and his heart felt incomparably free.
This felt even better than flying on a sword, and it was faster too!
An ordinary Riding the Clouds and Mist technique is already this fast. Then how fast would a Somersault Cloud that travels one hundred and eight thousand li in a single flip be? Could it really cross one hundred and eight thousand li in the time it takes to do a somersault...
Jiang Changsheng mused inwardly as he looked down. His gaze pierced through the sea of clouds, revealing Great Jing's mountains and rivers—green mountains, clear waters, and mist winding around the peaks like an immortal realm upon earth.
Before this, he had only wandered around the capital and had never truly seen Great Jing.
He spotted a city nestled among mountains, with official roads stretching in every direction. Faintly, he could see carriages, horses, and people moving about.
Today's Great Jing was truly prosperous. People could be found everywhere.
Jiang Changsheng also saw a child herding sheep on a hillside while practicing martial arts. He pulled a very thin manual from his robes. He had written it while practicing calligraphy out of boredom, and now he sent it down with spiritual power.
It recorded a martial art technique, a gift from the heavens.
Jiang Changsheng threw back his head and laughed before drifting away. The child on the hillside did not hear his laughter, but when the manual entered his sight, he could not help stopping.
*Will