The sky was a clear blue, dazzlingly bright, with layers upon layers of clouds forming the Ninth Heaven.

At the end of the sky, the Ninth Heaven was filled with heavenly palaces, and the vast Southern Heavenly Gate stood silently, eternal and unchanging.

Meng Qingzhou stood in the air, his expression calm and composed, waiting quietly.

Only cultivators who have stepped into the realm of Heavenly Qu can sense the awakening of the Heavenly Dao. He was at the moment of proving the Dao, barely considered half a Heavenly Qu, and naturally had some perception.