The scene before them suddenly opened up.
The sky was vast and distant, with no sun or moon in sight. Instead, twenty-four colossal bands of multicolored light flowed across the dome, flickering without end like immense annual rings encircling the world.
Their glow cascaded downward, casting a phantasmagorical light upon the boundless, primordial landscape below.
As far as the eye could see were verdant mountain ranges rising abruptly, like the spines of giant dragons, their height and peril far exceeding any Immortal Mountain in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.
Gnarled ancient trees, so thick that a hundred people would be needed to encircle them, twisted together to form forests. A visible, pale green Spiritual Mist of Vitality flowed between their branches and leaves.
