A peak of a mountain on the gourd-shaped island...
The top of this mountain was flat and smooth like a cut crystal. It looked like someone had used a huge blade to cut it flat. Piling on the cold ground were dozens of different materials, sparkling in different colors. Some of them were icy cold or as warm as jade, while the others were crystal clear and shining.
A young man was frowning, his eyes focused as he stood silently atop the mountain.
Fine space blades flashed on and off in the void as if they were the knives of a wonderfully skilled craftsman. As Shi Yan was moving his fingers, the space blades exquisitely and carefully carved the intricate drawings on the surface of the rigid Empty Fantasy Crystal.
