A vast expanse of white mist rushed toward them.
Carried effortlessly in one hand by Saitama, the five-man team felt their bodies lighten as they plunged straight into the depths of the layered, ten-thousand-meter sea of clouds along the airflow.
After passing through the thin, soft mist, the blinding white light abruptly faded, replaced by an immensely soothing and boundless high-altitude vista.
Everyone's breathing instinctively stopped for a moment.
The desolate, freezing void they had imagined in the high sky was nowhere to be seen.
Before their eyes lay a sea-of-clouds paradise that seemed to exist only in legends.
Beneath their feet stretched a cotton-like sea of clouds for thousands of miles, layered upon layer, pure white, fluffy, and endless—like an entire snowfield spread across the horizon, quiet and gentle.
A clear, brilliant azure sky hung high overhead, so spotless there was not a speck of dust. Sunlight poured down without obstruction, scattering layers of shimmering golden light across the sea of clouds.
Floating landmasses hovered among the clouds, scattered at varying heights and rising and falling in endless succession.
This was not some insubstantial illusion formed from gathered clouds, but the most magnificent living wonder in all creation.
Countless enormous ancient trees, thousands or even tens of thousands of years old, had taken root in the void. Their massive trunks, requiring dozens of people to encircle them, rose straight into the sky. Tough, twisted vines crisscrossed and wound tightly together, while layer upon layer of developed roots intertwined and locked into place.
Thick vine veins formed natural bridges and pathways. Giant emerald leaves, broad as plazas, spread outward alongside a rich layer of black humus unique to the high altitudes, forcibly constructing a vast, solid, vegetation-covered floating continent in the unsupported sky a hundred thousand meters above the ground.