The deeper they ventured into the Holy Mountain of Turan, the weirder the surrounding environment became.
It was like cutting a series of undulating mountains and rivers between them into countless pieces of "jigsaw puzzles" and then piecing them together in an irregular manner.
Often times, there would be a rift valley that was hundreds of meters deep beside a mountain peak that was several hundred meters high.
Other times, a meandering stream would flow into a seemingly seamless rock wall for no reason.
Meng Chao saw a lake. The left side was part of an irregular oval, which was in line with the natural formation of the water. However, the right side of the lake was a straight line. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like there was an invisible giant blade there. It cut the lake in half like a birthday cake but threw the right side of the lake to an unknown place.
