No. This wasn't a mountain.
It was an incomparably huge... incense stick!
The golden mountain wasn't a range of undulating peaks, but a massive cylinder, radiating an aura all too familiar to Feng Xuzi.
This was Incense Wish Power!
Feng Xuzi craned his neck, looking up so far he felt it would spin a full 360 degrees, but he was unable to gauge its true length. He only knew that it was long. Very, very, very long.
"Is this... your incense?" Feng Xuzi murmured.
"Mhm."
"How long is it?"
"Not long. Just under ten thousand kilometers, I suppose."
"..."
Feng Xuzi fell silent. He thought of his own finger-length incense, the fruit of a thousand years of painstaking cultivation that barely reached fifteen or sixteen centimeters. Suddenly, the world felt surreal, almost dreamlike.
Am I dreaming? Feng Xuzi wondered. He slapped himself hard on the right cheek.
SLAP!
It hurt. It wasn't a dream.
Maybe I didn't hit myself the right way.
