The sky was vast and majestic, with layers of clouds stretching across thousands of miles.
Above the Cloud Sea, a Floating Island adorned with lush mountains, sparkling waters, and numerous pavilions seemed like a colossal silent ship, swiftly sailing deep into the boundless Cloud Sea.
The Gang Wind was piercing, and the light shield that enveloped the entire island occasionally splashed with dazzling, odd lights. These were caused by the fierce friction between the dusty Gang Qi and the light shield.
On the slopes of Jade Bright Peak on the island, Zhai Kong stood on a platform, gazing quietly at the distant Cloud Sea. His eyes were deeply sunken, filled with a chilling coldness.
Zhao Sheng stood silently beside him.
Just then, Zhai Kong frowned, raised his head, and saw ice crystals and snow flakes drifting down from the sky above the peak, abruptly bringing a flurry of snow.
