Below the sea of clouds was a harsh terrain of clustered mountains, countless strange peaks rising from the ground, piercing the sky.
Directly under Fang Zhou, there were two vertical peaks. He could faintly feel a subtle force tugging at him, flying towards these two peaks below, ensuring he's not blown away by the wind.
As he approached, Fang Zhou could see clearly; one peak was taller and obscured by fog, while the shorter one had a square stone platform built on top.
Between the two peaks, a long stone staircase incredibly spanned across.
When Fang Zhou fell onto the shorter peak, his speed abruptly slowed, the force of the fall sharply reduced, as if a pair of invisible hands were cradling him, gently landing him on the stone platform of the peak.
On the stone platform, many Trialists who had jumped earlier were already there; some calm, some gasping for breath, others shouting and screaming, venting their excitement from the jump.
"Little young master!"
