Mu Cang raised his eyebrows slightly, and his telekinesis power suddenly activated with his fingers.

Phew!

The golden calligraphy immediately floated into the air, and lightning flew into his palm.

Mu Cang took a closer look.

This gold-plated invitation, which is obviously made of hard metal, is printed with a series of vigorous regular scripts.

[World Martial Arts Tournament·Ticket]

"So the martial arts tournament is about to start, so soon."

Mu Cang raised his head slightly and said calmly, "It seems that I should go for a walk."

……

Whoosh~

Mu Cang looked calm as he jumped from the tops of tall buildings.

Wearing a long black loose coat, he has a tall and straight figure and is extremely fast.

Flying over the walls between buildings dozens of stories high.

Like a swift falcon.

His body was like a sharp arrow, with crisp sounds piercing the air, Mu Cang soared vigorously among the many buildings.

Often with just one step, he can sweep dozens or hundreds of meters away.

To Mu Cang, the seemingly wide distance between floors was like a half-foot-wide ditch that could be easily crossed by raising his legs.

It was already evening, and underneath the high-rise buildings, the streets were bustling with people and traffic.

Here is a crossroads in the most prosperous neighborhood of Shendu.

Pedestrians are constantly coming and going, and vehicles are flowing continuously.

But no one noticed that a blurry figure flashed past more than a hundred meters above their heads.

They are still shouting and laughing, living their ordinary lives.

After a while, Mu Cang finally arrived at the outskirts of the divine capital.

The steps stopped.

He slowly put his hands behind his hands and looked toward the distant sky.

There, the bright sun has been mostly obscured by the horizon.

Only a faint golden edge is left, still shining with blazing light slowly.

But it is this dim light that makes the whole god become more quiet and profound.

The sky is high and vast.
Chapter completed!