Zhang Yan soared through the clouds, days flashing by in his journey.
As he traversed the boundless mountains and rivers between the Two Continent Border, admiring landscapes akin to paintings of immortal beauty, his heart swelled with emotion. If he were merely a mortal, he would have gazed longingly at the green expanse, sighing in vain. How could he have journeyed like this, riding the wind for ten thousand miles, roaming freely within the heavens and earth?
Since departing the Mingcang Sect's mountain gate, twenty full years have passed. Now, with his mastery of alchemy achieved, he is far different from his days in the Xuan Guang Realm. With every movement of his hands or feet, scenic mist and shadow accompany him, illusionary fog trailing his steps.
