Ning Zhuo slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he never got the words out.
In the end, he turned his gaze towards the distant sky where the Cloud Whale hovered.
It was so colossal, occupying a corner of the sky; compared to it, Ning Zhuo was like an ant.
After a moment of silence, Ning Zhuo asked, "Such a massive Cloud Whale, was it once a small cloud seed?"
Song Fuli laughed softly, "Yes, exactly."
"It's hard for outsiders to imagine, isn't it?"
"That's the magic of cloud seeds."
"They are born from the Myriad Images Cloud Sea. Once they mature to a certain extent, they automatically separate from the cloud sea, drifting with the wind."
"During this drifting period, they absorb the essence of the sun and moon, drawing in various astral energies from the sky, encountering countless rays of light and colorful clouds."
"The cloud seeds absorb these, continually growing, eventually transforming into various types of Cloud Beasts with unique characteristics."
