Although thick mists blocked off Pandaria, its interior had not been plunged into darkness.
The mists did not block much light.
They were even a little more transparent than white clouds.
The blue sky was out of sight, but the Sun's outline was barely visible.
Without direct sunlight, the continent's environment inevitably suffered some effects.
But those effects were very slight.
They remained within what the plants could tolerate.
This was an inevitable result.
The Pandaren emperor was no fool.
He would not do something so stupid that it would affect the lives of future generations.
Before turning into mist, he had already arranged everything properly.
Pandaria consisted of several subcontinents surrounding a central continent.
Its geography was somewhat like Draenor's.
But the divisions between the subcontinents and the central continent were not particularly distinct.
Only very narrow straits or rivers separated them.
It looked as though some force had torn it apart, then forcibly pieced it back together.
The world-shattering upheaval caused by the War of the Ancients had inflicted considerable damage on Pandaria.
Besides those visibly separated subcontinents,
thousands of islands were also scattered through the seas around Pandaria.
These islands meant that Pandaria, the smallest continent by area, was not actually as small as it appeared.
Many of its regions had simply sunk beneath the sea.
Herad was currently at the continent's northernmost tip.
The continuous mountain ranges below, their peaks covered in snow, were presumably Kun-Lai Summit.
Powerful Wild Gods lived in Kun-Lai Summit.
The Pandaren's powerful martial traditions had also established their schools there.
Yet in Kun-Lai Summit, where so many powerful beings gathered, none had noticed the uninvited visitor descending from the sky.
Those Wild Gods usually spent their time sleeping.
Although the Pandaren martial artists were powerful, they were merely an unusual kind