The ground got farther and farther away. When Li Yunmu reached the clouds, the system informed him that he had reached the seventh layer. He was in the clouds, yet it was only a bit more than halfway up.
He guessed that climbing to the eleventh layer was a test of endurance and courage for flux experts, so who could say how long would it take?
Finally, Li Yunmu reached the eleventh layer. When he climbed to the nearest leaf, he noticed that it represented the only flux point in the brain, the celestial point.
The tree leaf was three thousand meters long and almost nine hundred meters wide.
The people who stepped on it would never feel like they were standing on a tree leaf, but as if they had stepped on a floating platform.
This leaf which represented the celestial point had several hundred people cultivating on it. Clearly, they had just crossed the threshold required to cultivate and barely deserved the name of flux experts.
