(First update)
The mountains rose and fell, like a massive black dragon coiled upon the earth.
At the towering mountaintop, the sea of clouds surged while the wind stirred the grass.
Yang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, facing the newly risen sun. The pale, gentle morning light draped over him, as though it had clothed him in a thin garment.
Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun stood behind Yang Ming with their hands braced on their knees, panting heavily. Seeing Yang Ming posing so pretentiously ahead of them, their mouths twitched slightly as they all looked away.
If they had been able to beat Yang Ming, they truly would have rushed up and beaten him senseless!
For more than half a month, they had followed behind Yang Ming, endlessly repeating the process of climbing smooth, sheer cliffs. Even an iron man would have been worn down like a dog, much less them. Heaven knew how much suffering they had endured these past days.
Just then, a faint rumbling sound reached their ears, and the air gradually became moist.
"We're almost there."
Leaving those words behind, Yang Ming wrapped an arm around Xiao Wu's slender waist and leaped down from the mountaintop.
Tang San let out a long breath of stale air. He exchanged glances with Oscar and Ma Hongjun, gritted his teeth, squeezed out a little more strength from his exhausted body, and followed after Yang Ming and Tang Hao.
Using his flight ability, Yang Ming carried Xiao Wu gently to the ground. Looking ahead, he saw a valley like a paradise beyond the world—or, more accurately, a pool of water. Its waters were crystal-clear, tranquil and deep, like a gigantic sapphire.
On one side of the valley, a waterfall nearly twenty meters wide stretched across a