The Past.
The Palais of the Polestar, like a bright pearl suspended at the pinnacle of the Three Realms, radiates with golden light. Its glazed tiles shimmer brilliantly, showcasing exquisite craftsmanship, and the flying eaves resemble divine birds on the brink of taking flight, exuding endless majesty and solemnity.
It was the gathering place of the Gods' Glory and the majestic symbol of order and tranquility in the Three Realms.
But now, catastrophic disasters raged through like a turbulent storm, leaving behind only a scene of ruin and decay.
Looking around, the Lingxiao Land feels like the remains of an ancient battlefield, worn and battered by the passage of time, with crumbling walls and remnants strewn in chaotic disarray.
The broken stone pillars stand like inverted broken swords in the ground. The runes carved into them have grown blurred, akin to memories slowly erased by time.
