Following the old medicine shaman Leke, the group made their way along the "roots" of the Sacred Ann Tree. This stretch was simply too long, and the roots were so thin that they almost felt as though they were walking across a floating log bridge.
As the sun rose, the wind direction gradually changed. The earth absorbed heat, and the air on both sides of the "Stronghold Great Rift Valley" rapidly warmed, expanded, and rose, forcing the air above the rift downward. The fierce downdraft pressed against the group and made the branches sway.
Fortunately, everyone's movement techniques were above the passing line, so none of them feared falling.
"I haven't felt this kind of unsupported sensation since reaching Foundation Establishment," Zhu Jiamei grumbled softly midway through.
For humans, after all, the feeling was hardly comfortable.
Fortunately, they did not have to walk for too long.
After roughly three or four hours, the group finally saw their destination.
It was a small chunk of rock attached to this branch, about four zhang in length, width, and height—about the size of a house. Lush grass covered it, along with an old tree and a sapling. Paired with clouds and mist constrained in height by the air pressure, it truly carried something of the air of an "immortal realm amid the clouds."
The Great Medicine Shaman sat down on the rock and said, "Rest for one rul, then get yourselves into condition. We'll begin capturing Celestial Beasts."
"Rul" was a unit of time used by the Nan Clan, roughly equivalent to twenty minutes.
A scattering of cheers answered him.
Chen Feng turned to look back the way they had come. As the sun gradually rose, most of the cliff face over there had revealed itself. To his astonishment, the cliff seemed truly