The Gang Wind howled as it swept across the high altitude.
Fang Cheng spread his arms, letting the strong air currents lift his body, quietly hovering thousands of meters above the clouds.
He lowered his head, his gaze falling like looking down at a miniature sand table, scrutinizing the world beneath him that had been created by his own will.
Over time, with the nourishment and evolution of vitality, this once barren land had undergone earth-shattering changes.
The dark brown rocky soil surface was now firmly covered by dense green vegetation.
The mountains were no longer barren and rugged; countless sturdy pines took root in the crevices, their canopies connecting to form a forest sea that swayed with the wind.
The river that traversed the island had also become wider, its waters rushing and never ceasing.
Fang Cheng moved his gaze to the edge of the island's western corner.
