They said the college entrance exam in Inner Mongolia included horseback riding and archery; they said eating spicy food in Sichuan not only spared your ass but also made you prettier; they said Tibet and Qinghai gave humans altitude sickness.
Ren Suo had never personally investigated the other rumors, but he suspected he had arrived somewhere like Tibet or Qinghai—he felt like he had altitude sickness.
When Ren Suo left the Skyrim Battleship and stepped into Luo Yan City's air harbor, sweet, slightly intoxicating air rushed into his nose, along with an overwhelming amount of spiritual energy that raised goosebumps all over his body!
It was like having a lethal dose of salt, chili powder, and shrimp paste poured down his throat. Ren Suo's cyclone spasmed madly under Luo Yan City's highly concentrated spiritual energy. Strands of spiritual energy flowed into his cyclone through every gap in his body, practically forcing him to cultivate.
However, Ren Suo was already a Third Cycle 100% cultivator, at the pinnacle of the Third Cycle and half a step into the Fourth. Before breaking through to the Fourth Cycle, he simply could not absorb any more spiritual energy. His cyclone would not be damaged from overflowing, but he really did feel an urge to shoot something out.
But he could not act now. His face flushed crimson, and his entire body felt unbearably uncomfortable. He could only suppress the murderous urge rising in his heart and hurry his family toward the royal court. Along the way, he barely had time to admire Luo Yan City's peculiar sights: a sky where sun and moon shone together, a circular city divided by ten rings, cartridge duels everywhere...
Sega Great Magus bade Ren Suo farewell, then brought Los and the others back to his own residence. Ren