Clear skies and gentle breezes.
In the warm spring season, Wang Xiaoqiang sits cross-legged on the broad back of the Patterned Beast, rushing through the air, basking in the warm sun and spring breeze, feeling refreshed in both body and mind. The beast carries Wang Xiaoqiang swiftly and steadily, always so peaceful and harmonious.
As they passed over a range of mountains, suddenly, there was a loud roar below, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, causing Wang Xiaoqiang's heart to jolt. He opened his Heavenly Eye to investigate below and discovered it was truly a mountain collapse, as a steep mountain peak, as sharp as a pencil, suddenly split open and its peak tip, like a cannonball, shot straight into the sky.
The peak tip was like a tower in shape, but larger than a tower. Though it was just the peak tip, it was about the size of a house. Blasting up with such force, how could it be ordinary?!
