A streak of azure sword-shaped escape light pierced through the clouds, breasted the piercing gale, and landed atop a floating peak.
"Hmm, very pretty."
Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept across the mountain peak of over seventy kilometers in size, its flowers, grasses, and trees all present, with the vast majority being Golden Attribute Spiritual Plants, endowing the entire peak with a silver-white metallic luster.
He chose a spot resembling a cliff halfway up the mountain.
Whoosh!
The Taiqing Flying Sword flashed out from his glabella, its sword-light crisscrossing.
Under the gleam of sword-light, rock and soil were shaved away piece by piece, forming a platform several kilometers in size, smooth as a mirror, though occasionally there were sizable holes—the empty cavities of soil and rock.
"Let's fix it up."
Jiang Ding beckoned with his hand, and rocks flew over from all directions, taking a brief measure.
