After half a month, the cultivators from the various Realms slowly grew accustomed to Tianshen Academy. Aside from training by themselves, they would occasionally head over to Tianshen Academy to have discussions about their Way with other Renhuangs.
Ye Futian was very leisurely. Every day, aside from training, most of his time was spent going in and out of Tianshen Academy.
On Daozang Peak in Tianshen Academy, clouds and mist lingered. There were waterfalls plummeting down from the high peaks, like the Milky Way against the backdrop of the heavens.
Above the waterfalls, there was a 33-floor pavilion. Occasionally, there would be people walking about outside of the pavilion, coming in and out of the place. Sometimes, they could even see people coming from different directions through the sky and landing outside of the pavilion. It was as though this was truly the land of fairies.
