Beneath the dome of the night sky.

The Bluescale Eagle’s wings were like knives, slicing through the waves of clouds.

Jin Xiaochuan was just an ordinary martial artist. How could he possibly have experienced flight at such altitudes before? First, he lay flat against the bird’s blue wings, even though they were hard as iron. His forehead was drenched in sweat.

But gradually, as he realized that Su Yi and Ning Sihua were as calm as ever, Jin Xiaochuan worked up the courage to look down, just a little. 

Due to the darkness and the enormous distance between them and the ground, all he saw were the indistinct outlines of mountains and rivers disappearing behind them. He couldn’t see anything clearly at all.

But when they passed over a city, Jin Xiaochuan’s eyes suddenly widened.

The lamps below formed a faint, luminous haze. The massive city looked like a box, and the densely packed buildings were like individual peanuts.

“My heavens! Are the world’s cities really so small?” Jin Xiaochuan was stunned. Now that he was “looking down on it all”, he finally realized just how tiny and insignificant those of the mundane world were.

“What section of the Great Azure is Thousand Whirlpool Ridge near?” Su Yi asked out of nowhere. “What are...