33rd year of Jingxin Calendar, April 10th.
Xuantian Academy, Tianyuan Prefecture Branch, above Qianqing Palace.
"Boom~"
A large area of cloud qi exploded in the sky, and a figure awkwardly emerged from the mist.
"Cough cough, hai hai hai..." Zhao Xing propped his hands on his knees, coughing constantly.
The qi-blood inside his body surged violently, primordial energy rampaged throughout his body. After a good while, Zhao Xing managed to balance his breath.
Looking up, he saw the vast cloud layer in the sky, with ninety-nine cloud paths, and dozens of huge holes had appeared.
Many cloud qi spread towards Zhao Xing, as if the cloud paths in the sky were leaking air.
"So difficult." Zhao Xing straightened his body, looking towards the sky, feeling like a mole, scurrying everywhere, drilling many holes in the flat cloud layer.
