Within the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
A white figure flitted across the sea of trees as if weightless, almost like flying, had it not occasionally touched a branch or a leaf lightly.
Sometimes, when a mutated bird creature in the sky spotted her, it would dive down from above, but as soon as it approached within a hundred meters, confusion showed in its eyes.
Then, it would spread its wings and soar back to the heavens, completely forgetting about its intention to hunt down the white insect.
In the morning, at the cliffside of a peak deep in the branch range, Jane Aiken sat cross-legged, enveloped by an invisible Sword Intent that radiated a sharp aura capable of tearing through everything.
After several days of enlightenment, her cultivation had nearly reached the mid-stage of Fourth Layer Heaven.