The azure sky was filled with slowly drifting white clouds that constantly changed shape under the blowing of the Nine Heavens Gang Wind.
A blue Jiao Dragon dragged a massive tower ship that was hundreds of meters in length, slicing right through the middle of a cloud, splitting it in two.
Qin Feng stood at the railing of the ship's bow, gazing far into the horizon. He watched the sea of clouds surge and overlooked the rivers and mountains below, his mood greatly uplifted.
Despite the fierce Gang Wind high in the Void, a protective shield had risen around the tower ship, so he did not feel the slightest chill while standing on the deck; instead, the setting sun's rays made it feel exceptionally warm.
Such high altitudes were not usually flown by Foundation Establishment Cultivators either.
