The afternoon sun vanished behind an emerald ceiling as the floating continent crossed the northern border of Taichu.
One hundred thousand square kilometers of primordial forest and sacred mountain peaks hung quietly in the upper atmosphere. The ten Nascent-Soul Armored Sky-Cruisers throttled back their massive spirit-engines. Their deep azure tractor beams locked the colossal landmass directly into the celestial orbit above Taichu Sanctuary Immortal City.
Down on the city ramparts, nearly half a million citizens poured into the wide avenues, gazing upward in awe.
“Look at the waterfalls!” a young mortal apprentice shouted, pointing toward the eastern ridge. “The water is flowing straight out of the clouds!”
“That’s not ordinary water,” an old herbalist gasped, sniffing the mountain breeze. “That is condensed spiritual mist from the Shennong Origin Spring! Just one breath clears my lung meridians!”
Up on the primary mooring platform, Master Lu Jian adjusted his heavy leather apron and raised his iron formation wrench.
“All engineering squads, stand by!” Lu Jian bellowed into his command horn. “Watch that torque on tower three! If that anchor bolt shears off, this continent is going to take out the east cabbage patch! Align the ninety-nine celestial anchor pylons! We are locking the continent into the city’s central dragon-vein array!”
