More than half a month later, atop a giant azure cloud, Han Li stood expressionlessly at the peak of a towering building, gazing at the lush green mountains below.
On either side, Consort Xiao Xixi and Cao Ji stood slightly behind, also looking into the distance below.
Aside from over a hundred flying warships patrolling nearby, the other giant clouds were completely absent.
This mountain range wasn't particularly large, spanning only about a hundred miles, but at this moment, streaks of light flickered around several towering peaks, and amidst the dense woods and stones, countless figures could be vaguely seen moving around as high platforms rose from the ground.
On these stone platforms of varying heights, pale silver spiritual marks were drawn, and they were all adorned with emerald-green flags, emitting a faint spiritual glow.
If observed closely, it could be discovered that these high platforms were all erected atop the few spirit veins that ran through the mountains.
