Long Qi and the others were like tourists from the old days who had made a special trip to watch the sunrise, trudging up the mountain with their heads down in a state of half-wakefulness.
In the pre-dawn hours, dark blue-black and Deep Blue still dominated the mountain landscape. But once they reached the Old Road of Sky Spine Road, they could see the morning's rosy clouds burning like a line of fire along the boundary between the heavy cloud layers and the sky. The mountains filling the sea of clouds resembled casually drawn wavy lines, becoming especially abstract.
On any mountain with a decent elevation or scale, being able to encounter a sea of clouds without it obstructing the sunrise counted as a small stroke of luck.
Especially here atop Sky Spine Road at an altitude of 1,700 meters, where they walked along an exceptionally thin and narrow stretch of road, clouds spread out from both sides. The Old Road beneath their feet truly seemed like a heavenly stairway suspended amid the sea of clouds, leading straight to the divine court, half-hidden and half-visible, with no end in sight.
Faced with such magnificent scenery, only a few among the group were in the mood to appreciate it.
Long Qi felt that the wildly growing vegetation around them was more tangible and real—yet what stirred him was not its vigorous vitality, but the traces of flames scorching it in many places, as well as the twisted, deformed, gruesome remains of birds and beasts that appeared from time to time.
"No wonder no Aberrant Species came down the mountain last night. They all died here."
Even fully armed, Zhao Xi still had to mutter. As he spoke, he lifted half a bird leg from a shrub nearly two meters tall beside