By now the sky was gradually brightening.
A silver moon was slowly rising from behind the clouds, and the land in the east was also slowly lifting upward.
The moon looked as if it were being propped up by the up-tilting earth, the two of them rising into the sky together.
Huge chunks of debris were falling from the land that was ascending toward the sky, making for a spectacular sight.
But Gu Mian had no time to stop and properly enjoy this magnificent scene; he was ripping along the north-south central axis, not daring to slow down even a little, or he'd be heading up into the heavens along with this piece of land to rub shoulders with the moon.
He twisted the throttle to the limit, the motorcycle letting out a feeble roar as it carried Gu Mian and the Big Jar on the back seat racing southward.
Gu Mian only felt the ground getting more and more slanted, the scenery around him whipping backward, yet no matter what he couldn't see the end ahead.
