The shadow only existed for a very short time, and not long after the kite left, the shadow faded from the sky and eventually disappeared.

Arshumia didn't know about the shadow, so she was now full of food and drink, and she had nothing to do or worry about, so she could only hold her face and look at the sky in a bored daze, silently counting in her heart, praying that the time would pass quickly.

Just as Archhumia counted to three hundred and thirty-two, a glimmer of white light suddenly appeared in the black sky, and then, as if a camera was about to be released, the white light expanded rapidly, and the clouds floating in the sky moved back quickly.

Eventually, the golden sun rose into the sky, and the sunlight lit up the whole sky, and the light instantly shone through the window, filling the whole room, and the blue sky was occasionally filled with birds.

Ashumia's mouth opened wide in surprise, and if it weren't for the fact that her hands were still supporting her head, she would have almost stabbed her head against the window.

It turned from night to day all of a sudden, she shouldn't have a problem with her boring eyes, right?

Ashimia stretched out her hand to the sunlight in a daze, and the warmth of the sunlight reached through the palm of her hand to the bottom of her heart. Warm, hot, and hot skin after a long time, this real feeling doesn't seem to be her illusion, and the night really becomes day!

Outside the window, the birds were still chirping, and Archhumia stood on tiptoe in amazement and looked out of the window.

The first thing that catches your eye is the towering, verdant peaks. The peaks are high or low, one on top of the other, and the layers are soft and endless. There seems to be a mist lingering between the mountains, suddenly climbing, suddenly entangled, suddenly like thick and faint, in the thick and light interlacing, and finally the shadow of the waterfall is faintly revealed.

Near the top of the mountain, the green of the vegetation covers the top, and the summit is covered with a thin layer of snow due to the perennial low temperatures. And under the snow, there is something whiter than snow. Surrounded by heavy mountains, on the side of a relatively low mountain range, a pure white castle stands proudly.

The waterfall cascades down the mountains, over the steep blue rocks, through the cascading trees, and stirs up a mighty wave at the edge of the castle.

The water was agitated, colliding and merging with each other, and a mist of water surged around the castle, and the sunlight reflected through the mist was a colorful halo. That's the rainbow.

Under the rainbow, the castle, whiter than snow, sleeps in the mist and clouds, as if illusory and beautiful as a dream.

Arshumia was stunned, and the beauty of the scenery in front of her almost made her almost forget even the most basic common sense—the most magnificent and beautiful place in the Bounding Forest, and often the most dangerous place, must not be lost in the beauty of the Bounding Forest.

Archhumia had apparently fallen, but fortunately, she wasn't the one to pilot the Wyvern. The Wyvern was still flying smoothly under the piloting of the captain, and the beautiful scenery in the forest of the Boundary, finally revealed the tip of the iceberg with the flight of the Wyvern.

It wasn't until the tall mountains turned arm-thick that Achumia could see the full structure of the canyon before.

The whole canyon is actually a small island, a small island completely suspended in the air, surrounded by white clouds.

The mountains that appeared to have appeared before were not endless, but rather circled around the island, cutting into a ring of peaks with no beginning and no end.

And in the center of the ring, there is a huge lake. The lake is formed by the flow of water from the waterfalls between the mountain peaks, and in the cradle of the forest, the sunlight shimmers with a thin shimmer, and the vast lake as clear as a mirror reflects the clear blue sky, and for a moment it is so pure that it is difficult to distinguish the difference between heaven and water, clouds and dreams.

In the very center of the lake there is a small island with a towering tree. It was really huge, with its main trunk at least two hundred meters in diameter and about five hundred meters in height from its thick trunk, and its overlapping branches spreading out of its thick trunk covered almost half of the lake.

It's just a pity that the tree doesn't have a single leaf, it's already withered. The leafless branches crossed each other, terrifying like demonic minions.