The golden sky split apart with a low, echoing crack—as though the heavens themselves had just been torn open.
And from that tear, something enormous descended.
A mountain.
Its peak vanished into the mist of the higher sky, so tall and vast that even the people couldn't gauge its height.
Before anyone could recover from the shock, a gate materialized at the base of the mountain, shrouded in thick fog and ancient aura.
Massive Eastern dragons coiled around its frame — each one shimmering with veins of molten gold.
Their dragonic bodies twisted in perfect symmetry, scales gleaming like mirrors under divine light.
They looked so lifelike that Yu Xuan couldn't help but stop in awe.
'Those dragons... are they carved or alive?'
The gate slowly opened, revealing what lay beyond: a path made of golden stone — simple yet profound. It stretched forward, leading to the foot of the mountain.
Above the gate, in grand calligraphy glowing with ethereal ink, one word pulsed:
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