Above the rolling, verdant mountain range.
The enormous outline of Eternal Frost's Wrath Fortress, comparable to a Great City, slowly tore through the clouds, its shadow instantly engulfing dozens of peaks below.
Zong Ze was reclining sideways on the viewing platform at the highest point of the territory, holding a skewer of honeyed berries while several beast-eared girls fanned him from beside him.
The banner announcing that his older brother, Zong Shen, had cleared the Flame Demon King dungeon had only just faded from the sky.
He narrowed his eyes, a languid smile curling across his lips as he tossed a berry into his mouth.
"Big bro caused another huge stir."
He muttered indistinctly, with little surprise in his tone—only the relief and pride of "just as expected."
Ever since Zong Shen ascended to godhood, announcements that shook the entire region were nothing new to Zong Ze.
He had long accepted that his elder brother was the most exceptional existence on this continent.
Yet that composure was utterly shattered the next moment.
The sky darkened without warning.
It was not that dark clouds had suddenly blocked out the sun, but that an indescribable steel behemoth had appeared.
It crushed the high-altitude clouds directly, slowly descending with a pressure that made the mountains tremble.
Zong Ze even forgot to chew the berry in his mouth.
He abruptly sat upright in his recliner, his pupils shrinking slightly as utter shock filled his face.
What was that?
He had seen the magic towers of Rhodok Imperial City, each over a thousand meters tall.
He had also seen gigantic stone bridges spanning canyons.
He had even seen the mountain-sized colossi left behind in ancient Ruins.
But no structure could embody immensity as vividly as the floating fortress before him.
Just imagine how it felt