The blazing sun's radiance continued to wreath the clouds with light, reflecting eye-piercing rays of brilliance. 

The cloud sea would at times congregate and then separate, its changes ever fluid.

Standing below the glaring sun and amidst the clouds, one would only feel that its luster was all-encompassing.

Within the thick, fluffy cloud layers, regardless if one headed up or down, the end result would still be the same - one could only approach the blue skies and perpetual sun.

And so the geniuses from the Jambu Realm had all been trapped within this land of marshmallows.

However, within the clouds gathered a group of 30-odd individuals. They had encamped themselves around a certain snow-white pagoda. That pagoda exuded an aura of archaic ancientness. Even the bells that decorated the outside seemed to be from a time a long time ago.

These youths flocked here, solemn expressions aplenty. They were fully focused on this pagoda. In their eyes could be seen flecks of discontent and frustration, all hidden deep within, coupled with traces of irritability and even arrogance. 

To them, the world was their...