Mount Kunlun was imposing, majestic, and extraordinarily beautiful.
The numerous mountains could be said to be the world's spine. There were lush green forests and boundless waterfalls, and bursts of white energy soaring upward. That was the immortal mist as seen by the average people.
There were also majestic mountains encircled by purple mist, which was the draconic qi hanging in the air. At the same time, some old wells on the Kunlun mountains were emitting dense, red fog that rose in spirals as the earth's veins and the divine springs awakened.
Chu Feng frowned as he stared at the carriage flying across the sky. He couldn't help but let out a gloomy sigh; the Great Dream Pure Land's foundations were indeed profound. Last time, a carriage had been swept up by Mount Eternal, and now they had sent another one.
