He stepped through the gate of the Stairway Hall, a doorway shimmering with spatial ripples.
An intense feeling of weightlessness and distortion immediately enveloped him.
Light and shadow swirled madly before his eyes, as if he had been plunged into a rapidly spinning vortex.
A moment later, his feet touched solid ground, and the surrounding scene snapped into focus.
Qi Yun found himself in a strange and wondrous land.
He looked up. The sky wasn't azure blue, but a dusky yellow tinged with a faint golden radiance, as if perpetually steeped in some gentle, magnificent Buddha Light.
There was no sun, no moon, no stars.
Only the glow that filled the heavens provided any light.
The ground beneath his feet was firm yet felt gentle to the touch, a rare shade of dark gold.
Looking around, he saw rolling mountains and hills.
But the mountains themselves were peculiar. Many had smooth, rounded contours, resembling colossal Buddhas sitting cross-legged or reclining Arhats.
