In his groggy state, Zhang Xuan vaguely saw himself standing on top of a cloud. His surroundings were completely empty, and there was nothing to be seen.
The cloud wandered freely along with the wind, embarking on a journey with no start and no end.
When he took a closer look though, he realized that he was mistaken.
There was another silhouette standing on the cloud as well.
That silhouette was gazing upon on the humongous world beneath them, a world filled with countless gods and magnificent buildings.
However, it was also a completely still world. Nothing was moving or breathing at all. It felt like the entire world was holding its breath for something to arrive.
"Elder…"
Perplexed, Zhang Xuan walked over to the silhouette doubtfully.
Those at his cultivation realm would rarely dream. He himself had only dreamt once ever since transcending over to this world. So, he had a feeling that there was a deeper reason as to why he was seeing such a sight before his eyes.
