A colossal mountain range rising into the clouds came into view, shrouded in dreamlike, lingering mist. From high above, the range resembled a massive red dragon, its jagged fissures appearing like open wounds across its body. The air distorted and shimmered with heat, blurring the vision.
Not far from this mountain range stood a city—the City of Raging Fire. Looking out over the landscape, one could see no greenery; everything was stark and barren. Though the city appeared close to the mountains, the distance was deceptive. As the saying goes, "the mountain looks near, but the horse dies on the way"—the trek to the foothills was much longer than it seemed.
Xiao Yang roused the group, signaling that their destination was near.
Chapter 518