The sun had just risen, the chariot in the sky was already rumbling forward again, and the Royal Banner billowed in the wind.
Compared to the outer wild forests, the Divine Forsaken Mountain Range appeared especially ancient and desolate, as though it still lingered in a primordial age, almost utterly out of joint with the outside world.
The Golden Empire's Dragon's Nest Mountain Range was already lofty and vast enough, stretching for thousands of miles.
Yet within the Divine Forsaken Mountain Range, mountain clusters and peaks like those of the Dragon's Nest rose and fell in waves, beyond counting.
White Dragon Gomot thrust his head out of the chariot and rested it on the chariot's edge; his first impression of the Divine Forsaken Mountain Range condensed into four characters that crashed into this White Dragon's pupils—Ten Thousand Mountains.
