As the strong light flooded his eyes, Jiang Changsheng's senses became increasingly blurry. Soon after, he felt as if the world was spinning.
Jiang Changsheng was already used to this feeling and did not feel any discomfort.
After about five breaths, Jiang Changsheng could finally open his eyes. He was filled with expectations.
No matter whose dojo he was at, at least it would broaden his horizons.
What greeted his eyes were magnificent mountains that rose and fell continuously. The sea of clouds in the sky stacked on top of each other, making the sky seem so high.
"This is…"
Jiang Changsheng frowned and looked up. He could not see any immortal cultivators, but there were some birds circling in the sky.
He leaped up and realized that he could fly. Moreover, he could even feel his magic power, as if he was in reality.
