The rosy dawn spread through the sea of mist, cradling the thousand layers of cloud mountains.
The air rippled in waves, the golden light rolled as if boiled, and from all directions, the vista was as if an immortal garden had come into view.
"Indeed, this is an extraordinary scene!"
Wang Ran looked around in amazement.
Everywhere was bathed in gentle rosy light and floating mist, as if it were a world atop the clouds.
He was standing on a cloud.
It wasn't that he had suddenly learned how to ride the clouds, but rather that he had landed on this cloud upon arrival.
He stamped his foot with force.
A resistant strength supported him, his stamping was like stepping on a rubber track.
"My Lord!"
Leader Er rushed out from the Bronze Ancient Gate behind Wang Ran with a face full of urgency, his fingers still dusted with stone debris.
"I'm fine, don't panic."
Wang Ran dismissed the concern with a casual wave of his hand.
He surveyed his surroundings.
