During the day, Thundercrash Mountain was indeed a marvelous spectacle to behold. Lush forests carpeted the mountain's base, and 10,000 feet up, the greenery thinned to shrubs and high grasses. Another 10,000 feet, and there were only sparse weeds. As one gradually ascended, it slowly turned to icy plains of snow, and closer to the peak, there was no snow or ice; there were only faint flashes of sizzling white lightning.
It was dark green, yellow, brown, and eventually white from bottom to top.
Thundercrash Mountain was 100,000 feet high. The dense forest at the base was dozens of miles wide, and the trees were huge and tall. If seven or eight people holding hands wrapped around a tree, that tree could be considered a king among trees. However, in the forests of Thundercrash Mountain, this kind of tree was simply ordinary.
