Half a day later, at the foot of the holy mountain, a towering Mist Wall that reached into the clouds appeared before Meng Chao and Kanus.
The two exchanged a glance, then strode forward, stirring their Life Magnetic Fields as they cleaved through the Mist Wall like ships parting waves.
The mist split to either side like waves torn apart by a battleship, and the world around them grew clearer and broader.
Very soon, their view opened up, and they returned to the boundless Turanze beneath a vast sky and sweeping clouds!
The two slowly floated several hundred meters into the air.
They drank in the fresh air, gazing down at the winding banks of the Turan River and the land rich with limitless resources and potential, awaiting exploration and construction.
They imagined how magnificent this land would become in another future.
When they looked back, the towering Turan Holy Mountain had already vanished into folds of space, revealing only the faintest tip of its iceberg-like outline, resembling nothing more than an unremarkable hill.
Beyond this "hill," their gazes continued toward the horizon, where they could vaguely make out the Tusks Mountain Range standing at the southern edge of Turanze.
From this distance and angle, the natural barrier separating Turan Civilization from Dragon City Civilization looked like a low threshold.
As long as they wished it, they could cross it with a single light step.
The sight before them filled both men with excitement.
Like two ambitious painters facing an astonishingly vast blank canvas, they could hardly wait to splash ink with their brushes and write legends that belonged to them alone.
The Wolf Clan Leader told Meng Chao that, with little industrial pollution and few artificial light sources, the air over Turanze offered exceptional visibility.
Given that both of