Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
During those three days, Luo Yan and Michael encountered new challenges every day.
Fortunately, they turned danger into safety each time.
At that moment, "Zhurong" and the Golden Giant flew past a "branch" jutting from Jianmu.
They shot skyward, only then realizing that they had finally climbed Jianmu.
Above their heads, there were no more "branches," but only a vast, lofty sky.
There were no clouds. High in the firmament, a few planets could be faintly seen, scattered sparsely across the heavens.
Looking downward, however, they saw a "land" so vast it was impossible to imagine!
Beneath Luo Yan and Michael's feet was naturally not land in the ordinary sense, but Jianmu's trunk and branches.
Jianmu's branches were as large as mountain ranges, to say nothing of its trunk. That was why such a vast land appeared in Luo Yan's eyes.
Once the initial shock passed, "Zhurong" pointed toward the ground, then descended with Michael to a "branch" below.
This "branch" rose and fell like a mountain range, so the two of them chose a relatively flat area to land.
After "Zhurong" landed steadily, Luo Yan shut down the system and walked out of the cockpit.
The moment he emerged from the mecha, a fierce gale rushed toward him, sending his black hair whipping about like flames.
The air currents at Jianmu Peak were astonishingly powerful. An ordinary person would have been blown away by the gale long ago.
Luo Yan naturally remained as steady as a mountain.
Only after the gale passed did he descend to the ground.
Michael also dispelled his giant form. A few more wrinkles seemed to have appeared on the silver-haired old man's forehead. Ever since Mysterious Net Wa Spider had absorbed his energy and divinity