The summit of Tianmu Peak is a huge platform, cluttered with many strange stones and a few giant ancient trees. Their lush canopies cover most of the platform.
Upon reaching the platform, Zhang Xiaohua spread out his divine sense and saw that there was no one around. Immediately, he leaped atop the tree canopy and observed the surroundings. The area around Tianmu Peak was covered in a sea of clouds, revealing only the tip of the peak, resembling a small island amidst the open sea. In the far distance, a few dim shadows resembling islands could be seen, presumably the peaks of other mountains. A few "gaga" cries of clear calls sounded as white cranes pierced through the sea of clouds, raising dust before they circled above the surface and dove back down, disappearing from sight. In the eastern sky, the colossal sun cast its golden light over the sea of clouds, making them churn and roll like a wild dance of golden snakes. For a moment, Zhang Xiaohua was utterly captivated.
