The blue sky seemed to be torn apart by a giant hand, and the Five Fingers Peak rose from the ground. The five continuous peaks were like the fingers of the sky. The peaks were submerged in the surging sky of the sea of clouds. The cliffs were covered with eternal green, and the stone patterns were like seals, filled with an indescribable and mysterious atmosphere. The wind passed over the peaks, and there seemed to be the voice of heaven whispering, but it was so cold and silent that only the gentle sound of the mountain wind rolling around the rocks was left.
