C1091 The Peak of the Ninth Level of the Sky Profound Realm

Gentle like water, beautiful like a dream.

Flower rain, smoke and dew, a thousand miles of cold life.

The ice-cold stone walls gave off a chill that seeped into one's bones. Endless swirls constantly crushed one's consciousness.

Drowsy and hazy, yet as comfortable as lying on cotton.

It was like a sweet, mellow spring of wine, intoxicating one in their dreams