Scorching like fire, cold like ice

The mountains and abysses in the distance seemed to correspond to this. They rose and fell like the legendary ancient world, vast and magnificent.

Looking at the endless abyss of the rolling mountains, Ling Chuxi kept feeling that something was missing. Thinking about it carefully, this scene was Grand and majestic, but it seemed to be lacking a bit of gentleness and detail, so it lacked some beauty.

Just as she thought of this, the momentum of the towering mountain that was constantly rising came to a halt. The edges and corners of the mountain became gentler, as if it had been eroded by the wind for tens of thousands of years. In addition to the magnificence, it also had a bit of desolation, which added a bit of beauty.

Ling Chuxi was once again stunned. With a light wave of her hand, a bottomless abyss rose up and turned into uneven Hills and canyons, making it even more quiet and deep.