The white phoenix spread its wings, traversing a thousand miles in a single beat. By the time noon approached, it had reached a range of towering mountains.
These peaks rose three thousand zhang high, capped with pristine snow; to a mortal, they seemed close enough to touch the sun and moon. Yet, the white phoenix knew the truth: the real sun and moon hung far higher, beyond the imagination of mortals or even ordinary deities.
This mountain range was named Taizhang. Facing it stood a colossal, strange tree of equal height. Its two roots were intertwined, and a single leaf was as large as a common hill, supporting a Divine Kingdom that stood between heaven and earth.
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