The night lights of Purple Rainbow City were dazzling, with fireworks blooming from thousands of homes and the Three Pure Holy Lights painting the night sky.
Countless Cultivators rode the wind on their artifacts, leaving trails of light in their wake. From afar, they resembled a sky full of shooting stars, a dreamlike and illusory sight.
In an unnoticed, dimly lit corner.
Luo Xiu cradled Wei Qingkuang in his arms as he flew into the vast night sky.
Above the boundless sea of clouds, the two of them strolled hand in hand as if on solid ground.
The silver moon overhead seemed close enough to touch. It shed endless silver brilliance that covered the entire sea of clouds in a hazy light. Within the haze, one could faintly see swarms of enormous Exotic Beasts soaring.
Wei Qingkuang suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at Luo Xiu's profile, her delicate face blushing slightly.
