Hundreds of meters above the ground, piercing winds howled past, tearing at everything around them.
Black fog surged like a tumultuous ocean, covering Mist Mountain with an overwhelming force, making it impenetrable.
Looking around, it was a world that had yet to emerge from chaos.
And in the center of this chaos, a golden orb hovered silently.
The light was like the morning sun piercing through dark clouds, dazzling and full of hope, forcing open a small bright world in the endless darkness.
The black fog churned vigorously around it, constantly swirling.
At times it contracted inward, attempting to completely engulf the golden orb, and at other times, driven by some mysterious force, it surged outward.
This back-and-forth cycle formed a dangerous and unpredictable vortex.
Fang Cheng rode the fierce wind, quickly cutting through layers of fog.
