White clouds drifted leisurely across the sky, the sunlight warm. Amid the intoxicating breeze, Zhang Tie lay among a mountain-spanning field of blooming wildflowers in the most comfortable position possible, a grass stem between his lips, his eyes closed and his hands pillowed beneath his head, seemingly sleeping soundly.
Above Zhang Tie, a Dragon-Patterned Tree over twenty meters tall spread a vast green canopy, just enough to shade him. Specks of sunlight filtered through the swaying leaves like scattered silver, falling across his body and face, bringing warmth without being too dazzling. It was incomparably pleasant.
This broad hillside, carpeted in red, pink, purple, and white wildflowers, stretched as far as the eye could see. Within a radius of ten miles, it was like a sea of flowers, devoid of human traces. Aside from the cheerful bees dancing among the blossoms and the bewitching floral fragrance carried over by the breeze, the only sound Zhang Tie could hear was the soft rustling of the Dragon-Patterned Tree's leaves in the wind.
Beyond the hillside, farther away, rose snow-white mountains shrouded in clouds. This place was so tranquil because the location where Zhang Tie was lying was Cloud-Floating Mountain, a floating mountain suspended in the sky two hundred kilometers from Heavenly Square City.
Being able to lie in such a place high in the sky at noon and take a sound afternoon nap was simply an immortal's enjoyment.
Today was March 12th, year 3584 of the Nuwa Emperor Calendar in the Sky-Piercing Realm. Nearly a week had passed since the bizarre explosion outside Heavenly Square City caused by the "natural disaster."
Zhang Tie appeared to be sleeping deeply beneath the tree's shade amid the flowers, but in the world only he could perceive, his formidable spiritual power was constantly experimenting in the