Falling Objects

Zhang Xuezhou spread his wings and circled quietly above the Yedie River Holy Land.

Looking down from dozens of meters up, he saw that Venerable Lei and Hongku had shrunk to the size of a finger. Higher above him, palaces stood amid the clouds and mist.

Unlike the black-stone residences of the Dharma Kings halfway up the mountain, the palaces higher on the Sacred Mountain were built from massive gray-white stones.

The gray-white color did not make the palaces look old. Instead, it gave them the texture of marble, making them look luxurious and imposing.

Above them was the peak of the Sacred Mountain.

That was the legendary Dao Lord's domain, wrapped in thick clouds and mist. Even when Zhang Xuezhou opened his eyes wide, he could not see the slightest thing within.

His gaze swept over the palaces, and the novelty of the buildings quickly wore off after a dozen seconds or so.

The Technique Within the Clouds had several ways of flying and soaring. So far, Zhang Xuezhou could only flap his way into the air and then circle and soar to a certain extent. He did not know whether his level of flight would catch Venerable Lei's eye.

But that little hope of his was quickly fading too.

Even if Venerable Lei thought highly of him and was willing to give him the subsequent teachings of the Technique Within the Clouds, the inheritance jade would be of little use to Zhang Xuezhou.

For them, the most important thing now was how to kill Hongku and escape safely.

If Hongku did not die, disaster would surely befall Wu Chao.

And after Wu Chao, Zhang Xuezhou had even less chance of resisting.

It's a pity I'm just a tiny bit too weak!

Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his wings and