It was not until the fifth month that Lu Yuan pushed through the bushes and climbed the last high slope.
To his astonishment, he had actually emerged from that lush, unimaginably vast Primeval Forest.
This was the last high slope. Beyond it lay an entirely new world!
An endless expanse of arid land filled his vision, both rugged and graceful. Grand terrain, sparse grasslands, and jagged strange rocks displayed the awe-inspiring power of nature.
Only a little greenery stubbornly grew across the dry land. Most wondrous of all were the unbroken fields of flowers, blazing in every color and turning the land beneath the slopes into a gorgeous landscape.
At a glance, the rustling flowerbeds seemed to stretch for hundreds of kilometers, spreading all the way to the end of the horizon.
At the boundary between the forest and the dry land, a vertical waterfall hung in the air, nearly three hundred meters wide. Its roar was like ten thousand galloping horses charging into battle, and like the cries of a hundred thousand marchers chanting slogans.
The rumbling sound made his eardrums ache.
Just then, the clouds overhead abruptly split apart. The heavy rain clouds that had seemed ready to pour suddenly opened into a fissure, revealing a clear azure sky as sunlight suddenly streamed down.
The moisture on the flowers sparkled beneath the sunlight!
The entire sea of flowers seemed to come alive!
In the blink of an eye, an overcast day became a sunny one!
Lu Yuan was stunned by the sight of the sky turning clear. Perhaps nowhere on Earth could one ever see such a magnificent spectacle, with flowers stretching for hundreds of kilometers.
"Ah—" he could not help shouting, his voice carrying far into the distance.
Even Old Cat was somewhat awed and tried shouting