In the distance, the Tianshan Mountain Range stretched between heaven and earth. A glance into the horizon revealed a thousand snow-capped peaks and ten thousand cloud-filled ravines, its length immeasurable, spanning countless miles.
Zhao Rui soared through the air, crossing over the winding mountains and passing through the thick mist. In an instant, he disappeared among the overlapping peaks.
Following the Tianshan Mountain Range west, traveling toward the setting sun, he would cross the border and arrive in the territory of the Great Shang.
He had never ventured deep into Great Shang territory to investigate before. The reason was simple: he hadn't been strong enough.
He really didn't know much about the Central Asian lands occupied by the Great Shang.
In his mind, it still had the look and feel of the old Central Asia.
Now, as he flew over the land himself, from the border all the way to the central regions, countless peculiar buildings came into view.
