C248 Heavenly Dao

Enveloped in a haze, Zhou Ming felt as though he was nestled within a cluster of soft white clouds, surrounded by pristine cotton. Lying atop the clouds, a gentle breeze swept over him, whisking away the worries in his heart.

The sea of clouds churned, revealing a vista of azure before his eyes. The sky, washed clean, resembled a vast, unblemished sapphire