The golden-red sea of clouds enveloped the end of the mountain range.
A round sunrise revealed more than half of its silhouette, casting countless golden rays, making the entire Lingyun Peak shine brilliantly.
A spiritual ship broke through the clouds, speeding over, yet as it approached, its speed abruptly slowed down.
On the spiritual ship, all cultivators led by Ye Jingcheng appeared exceptionally solemn at this moment.
Even though they had just experienced a pursuit and an overwhelming victory not long ago.
Lingyun Peak remained beautiful, and wherever the eyes reached, the dazzling golden morning sun shone on the snow-white peak, causing a faint wisp of mist to rise, enveloping most of the peak.
Even the tip of the nose was surrounded by the crisp fragrance of bamboo shoots and the pervasive tea fragrance; the early spring's grandeur had already unfolded on the mountain peak.
