Morning light streamed down through the towering ancient trees, whose branches formed a verdant canopy more than ten meters overhead.
Within the brightly lit, lush secret realm, tiny harmless spirit beasts emerged from clusters of red-fruit trees. Beyond the forest, in lakes, icy pools, rivers, and the waters beneath waterfalls,
shadows of fish swam past, while all kinds of birds that had flown in from the valleys and rested among the woods gathered by the water.
The enormous moon from last night had vanished. In the hazy early morning, a vermilion mountain gate resembling a shrine stood halfway up the mountain, leading toward the ethereal immortal mountain above.
A new day had arrived within Midnight.
And atop the immortal mountain, within one of its side peaks, stood the Tian Gong Great Hall, dozens of meters tall.
At the center, the forging platform alone measured over two hundred meters across and extended down to the lower level. Together with the various massive forging tools arranged throughout, the hall was simply absurdly spacious.
"Tool" Fang Ran was welcoming another new day as well.
It was not yet Chen Shi—not even seven in the morning—and he was already in position at his workplace.
Well, thanks to Senior Tian Gong's door-breaking wake-up service.
As for his workplace—
On the cleared open ground to the right after entering the hall, Fang Ran skillfully connected all kinds of instruments behind him to his body. In front of him,
there was a conveyor belt on the left and another conveyor belt on the right.
The one on the left was a track of shutter-like metal plates over a gear mechanism, moving back and forth. The one on the right was a faintly blue, futuristic floating conveyor belt, also moving back and forth.
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