Summit of the Holy Mountain.
It was a solitary geometric body floating above the clouds, close to the vault of heaven.
It had none of the rolling ridges and peaks of ordinary floating mountain ranges. Its outlines were so straight that it resembled some colossal artificial construct—a pyramid turned upside down.
It floated so high that the surging waves of the Sea of Clouds looked like faint ripples in a pond from its perspective.
The many floating mountains hidden within the Sea of Clouds, revealing only their pointed tips—including Thousand Blade Peak and Scarlet Peak—had become tiny chess pieces and gambling chips, free for it to move and toss.
The sky was so low, the sun so near, that even the stars piercing through the chaos beyond the heavens, appearing and vanishing, seemed within reach.
Yet the strangest sight visible from the Summit of the Holy Mountain was far more than that.
It was the vast expanse circling the Summit of the Holy Mountain, formed from dust, shattered rocks, Slaughter Angel wreckage, inert fragments of Totem Armor, enormous Totem Beast carcasses... It too floated high in the air, spinning ceaselessly at hurricane speed like a Star Ring.
Because countless Spiritual Energy vortices filled the high skies, constantly colliding and reacting with violent intensity.
Inside the Star Ring encircling the Summit of the Holy Mountain, multicolored Spirit Flames erupted from time to time. Accompanied by deafening roars, they resembled an endless fireworks display.
No wonder that when Turan Heroes arrived here thousands of years ago, gazed up at the Star Ring blazing and exploding in a riot of colors, they mistook this place for a sacred hall where ancestral spirits drank and reveled, and an eternal battlefield of slaughter!
Meng Chao lay prone at the edge of the Summit of the