The Cloud-Treading Beast That Ran Out?

Somewhere on the Divine Continent, a streak of golden light flashed like lightning, suddenly tearing through space and appearing atop a mountain. It began slowly descending from above.

Below stretched a range of majestic, undulating mountains wreathed in immortal mists...

The trees growing in the mountains were oddly shaped, tall, and robust. Their thick, gnarled roots wound tightly through the cracks between the mountain rocks, while their branches and leaves were incredibly lush, giving the whole place a verdant, vibrant appearance.

Looking out from the highest point of the mountain, one saw hardy pines and cypresses, along with other ancient trees of unknown species, stubbornly surviving the harsh, frigid conditions. Beyond them, there was nothing but a vast sea of white clouds!

It must have been early morning. Far off at the edge of the horizon, a red sun was slowly revealing a hazy sliver of itself... As the temperature and light shifted, the sea of clouds glowed crimson and purple, changing by the moment. Some looked like thousands of troops and horses charging into battle, others like divine oxen and immortal deer locked in combat. Some resembled fiery phoenixes spreading their wings, or divine birds, the Vermilion Bird, scattering rosy clouds across the sky...

They stretched out in one vast expanse, all the way to the horizon!

So here, atop this mountain, aside from the rugged, verdant peaks that had broken through the clouds and basked in the first rays of the rising sun, imbued with supreme spiritual energy, adding a touch of green to the boundless sea of clouds, there was nothing else at all.

Soon,

Perhaps its energy had run out, or perhaps breaking through space to reach this place had consumed too much of some unknown power. Whatever the reason, the scroll-like object wreathed in golden