A few months later.
A large flying ship cruised through the clouds, cutting through the occasional waves of winter's chilling air.
Even in the Immortal Cultivation World, the seasons around the world changed at the same time despite the Second Great Mortal World being so impossibly huge. Though the change in seasons didn't matter much to Immortal Cultivators, of course.
At this moment, at the front of the flying shop stood Yan Jingfei and Jian Qi, enjoying the view before them while also feeling the winter air. Moments like these reminded them that they were mortals and had still not reached the status of the Immortal Gods, despite having come so far in their journey.
At the same time, in the cabin at the center of the flying ship, Tian Yongheng's clone sat in a meditative position, though it was obviously not cultivating as it literally couldn't, but observing the surrounding thousands of miles with his Divine Sense.
