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Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
Above the sky outside the mountain gate.
Chu Yuan stood on air, his white robe swirling wildly with the wind, surrounded by countless golden lights. Every move he made was imbued with an aura of Heavenly Dao's majesty.
Especially when paired with his ethereal and transcendent immortal-like demeanor.
Wherever he was, people couldn't help feeling as if he were a banished immortal who had descended from the heavens to wander among mortals.
At this moment, Chu Yuan was feeling the power within him, his expression growing increasingly strange.
Because he didn't feel any added strength in his body.
Yet for some reason, he could effortlessly take flight, just like before.
It was a peculiar phenomenon.
Clearly devoid of power, yet able to fly with ease.
This oddity also left Chu Yuan clueless about how strong he actually was now.
