The land of the spiritual realm was like an endless wilderness shrouded in gray mist, as if it would never end.
Xia ping 'an was in this wilderness, driving away the layers of fog and running.
Wherever Xia ping 'an went, with a thought, the surrounding gray fog dispersed in large areas, revealing the appearance of the surrounding environment.
Xia Pingan wanted to try and see if he could fly. Unfortunately, with a thought, he only felt the wind circling around him and blowing away the gray fog. However, his body still couldn't fly. He felt that he was still lacking a little, so he could only run on the ground.
No matter how Xia Pingan ran, he could clearly sense the golden arch and the location of the spirit world temple that he had entered through. This made him no longer have to worry about getting lost.
