At this moment, Yang Jun completely emptied his mind.
He set aside work, cultivation, and battle.
At this moment, such beautiful scenery made him reluctant to remember the hustle and bustle of the world.
He walked into the great mountains, seeing eagles and falcons nesting on their peaks. He entered the vast plains, observing ever-vigilant hares and field mice. He crossed wide rivers, watching fish swim freely within their currents. He trod across snow-covered lands, finding long snakes frozen solid, coiled like platters.
Not satisfied with just walking on land, Yang Jun leaped up, whispering to the clouds and jesting with the birds.
He then dived deep into the sea, witnessing bizarre creatures far larger than any Starship.
He smelled the most fragrant flowers and saw the most beautiful shooting stars.
When the bright moon rose, he clapped his hands and sang freely.
When the red sun hung at its zenith, he rested under a tree.
