Jing State, Boundless Cliff.
Standing at the edge of the cliff, Zhang Ze gazed absentmindedly at the distant scenery.
Compared to words and pictures, seeing this scene firsthand was truly somewhat mysterious and surreal.
Beneath Zhang Ze's feet, to the west of the cliff lay a shattered land.
Rivers of magma roiled, dividing the crimson-black earth into isolated islands, while at the same time, pieces of the broken land slowly rose due to some force, only to fall again after reaching a hundred meters.
Back and forth they went, the broken land continually separating and merging, under the influence of the magma.
There were no beasts, no vegetation, and no buildings, or any creatures of elemental nature.
Only the magma rivers, covering the desolate land like a spider's web.
Chaotic Spiritual Qi vortexes could be seen everywhere, twisting sunlight into another color.
This place was a strange spectacle, but somewhat monotonous.
