After leaving the Shendu Mountain Range, Zhang Yan flew forward with his sword, pushing his True Power to its utmost. A streak of Rainbow Light zipped across the azure skies like a flash of lightning, swift as a shooting star, racing northward tirelessly day and night.
Nine days later, he arrived at the convergence point of East Splendor Continent and Beiming Continent. Here, verdant mountains and crystal-clear rivers adorned the land; the Jin Clouds wove intricately. Peaks and ridges rose and fell between heaven and earth—thousands of cliffs and valleys, majestic streams flowing in mighty torrents, endless mountains surging like waves, and birds soaring in the high skies, competing to outmaneuver one another.
This magnificently vast landscape filled Zhang Yan's chest with exhilaration, making him almost want to look up and let out a long, unbridled howl or wander freely to his heart's content.
