Standing on top of Chuyang Peak, Jiang Ming raised his head looking at the fiery scorching hot sun. While it brought warmth to the world, there was also the endless luminance of sunlight. Vaguely, Jiang Ming seemed to have spotted living beings in the sun, but it was too distorted and difficult to be distinguished.
Looking down, it was a piece of overwhelmingly vast land, adorned with a few lakes.
No, these were more of a sea than lakes to him. Yet, these seas seemed like small lakes as the land was way too vast.
Even the Eastern Region descending on to the lake seemed as small as a mere dot.
In addition, there were immortals that were weaving in and out, going around places, each one with a very profound aura.
