The stench of decay gave way to the fresh fragrance of flowers, and the air filled with the scent of grass and morning dew.
The gloom was swept away entirely.
The sky was blue and dotted with white clouds; birds sang and flowers bloomed.
Sunlight cascaded down—warm, bright, and beautiful.
In the distance, the collapsed ruins began to rise in a golden light. Rubble and broken walls, as if pieced together by an invisible hand, reformed into a towering white castle.
The castle soared into the clouds, its walls as white as snow, its spires shimmering with a faint golden light in the sun.
The White Tiger and the rose disappeared.
Recalling the scene she had witnessed in the Mystical Shadow Spiritual Map, Jiang Xinli paused for a moment before getting up and hurrying toward the castle.
After passing through a long corridor, she arrived before the throne.
