The magical boat suddenly plunged into a vast and heavy cloud and mist.
The moisture was thick, clinging to the magical boat, actually slowing it down. Vaguely, there was thunder and lightning. The surrounding scene seemed like passing through a land of calamity. The deeper they went, the stronger the wind blew, tossing the magical boat back and forth.
Until that moment, it broke through the cloud and mist. In an instant, the sky opened wide, a sudden clarity emerged.
A vast plain appeared before them. In the distance, a series of low mountains, like the scenes in shadow puppetry, lay on the earth, revealing a dark blue color. A large river spanned the plain and low mountains, coming from the north, flowing endlessly, heading south.
On the plain, herds were gathered, mostly wild buffaloes and wild horses... They did not have the ferocious demonic aura of regular monsters but were surrounded by a gentle spiritual essence, like carefully nurtured spiritual pets.
