The sky is clear as if washed, the earth yellow as if dyed, with silvery fine rain slanting down.
Meng Zhiyu, Taiyi, and others paused, already able to see their destination.
The massive Duan Mountain revealed only a fraction above the earth, with a damaged ancient altar standing isolated, half-buried in ash and soil.
The mysterious Land of Fate Change had no dense night fog, only a clear sky above, with the ground seemingly covered with a layer of gilded earth, faintly glowing with hues of twilight.
Niu Wuwei wore a solemn expression, saying, "In my imagination, that place had an overwhelming aura of malevolence and rampant evil spirits, yet it is unexpectedly serene, even somewhat elegant."
The fine rain drizzled down, falling on them, instantly giving them a feeling of refreshment and clarity.
"This is... tangible Spiritual Charm!"
