Endless skies layered upon one another like translucent veils.
Floating landmasses drifted lazily, bound by unseen laws.
Rivers of light flowed like living threads, weaving through mountains etched with faint, ancient runes.
In the far distance, colossal silhouettes lay in quiet slumber – still, yet exuding a pressure so immense that even breathing felt like an act of defiance.
This place felt ancient.
Not old in years, but old in meaning.
Yu Xuan stood frozen, momentarily forgetting the danger.
'Wonderful.'
That single thought echoed in his mind.
Before he could process anything further, a strange, gentle force surged through his eyes, originating from Shemei.
It was neither violent nor invasive, yet it peeled something open within him.
Suddenly, the world unfolded.
And then.
He saw it.
The Tree.
What he had seen before was nothing more than a fragment, an illusion born of limited perception.
Now, with his vision expanded, the truth revealed itself.
