As the sun began to rise, the air was filled with the moisture of the morning dew, and the Yang Qi between heaven and earth gradually stirred.
In the secluded valley, a deep pool lay horizontally, surrounded by all manner of exotic and strange grasses. Aside from the blue ox, no other living creature was present—an utterly serene and quiet place removed from the world.
The laws of this vast realm before him were completely different from those of the Immortal Alliance territories, and also had some differences from those within the Chaos Sea.
Heavenly Fate, intangible, was quite scattered and showed no particular bias. Chu Zheng could vaguely sense that amidst these fates, there was some that belonged to Qi Cultivators, but for himself, they offered little assistance.
The Heavenly Fate of Qi Cultivators had to be fought for by oneself, and the Heavenly Fate obtained belonged only to the seeker.
