The desolate peak, Song Lingxue slowly raised her head, looking up at the sky.
The blazing sun hung high in the void.
The firmament seemed like an immense sheet of dark blue silk, which under the searing heat, subtly twisted in leisure.
Behind this silk canvas, lay the vast and boundless universe.
The term universe was something she learned after entering Taixuan Holy Land.
Chu Zheng once told her that books contained much wonder, and that he learned many principles from them; thus, beyond cultivation, she had spent a lot of time reading the ancient tomes and scrolls stored within the Taixuan Holy Land.
Indeed, the worlds within books proved to be boundlessly profound, condensing the efforts of past generations; often, she made discoveries and gained tremendously.
The Cangyun Realm, which once seemed so vast in her eyes, now had apparent boundaries.
The four territories and five seas, the sky round and the earth square.