"Where is this?"
Wen Zhixing's gaze shifted forward.
The sound of rushing water filled his ears; a grey, murky fog rolled above the shimmering surface of the water. This was a turbulent river, its currents surging like dragons.
ROAR!
It was as if a dragon's roar echoed through the air.
The river water churned violently, waves flying high, reaching his ankles before stopping.
"This river water..." Wen Zhixing slightly lowered his head, seeing the wet and muddy tidal flat beneath his feet. Just then, his mind had been inexplicably shaken.
Then, he looked up again toward the opposite bank. Further away stood towering, cloud-reaching mountains. These were true mountains, giving off a sense of touching the sky and anchoring the earth.
BUZZ!
Another unfathomable pressure descended upon him. Wen Zhixing's spirit trembled, feeling his own insignificance. This place is clearly no ordinary land.
