Upper Realm.
Morning Glory Divine Alchemia Sect.
The sky itself seemed alive.
Endless streams of golden clouds drifted like slow-moving oceans above the mountains, their edges glowing faintly as they absorbed and circulated pure immortal energy. Between them, exotic birds with radiant plumage soared freely, their wings cutting through the air with elegance, while massive immortal beasts moved lazily through the heavens, their deep, resounding roars echoing across vast distances.
Every breath taken here felt different.
Richer with vitality.
Heavy with brimming aura of life.
As if the air itself carried weight.
At the heart of this heavenly landscape stood a towering mountain formed entirely of pure gold. Its surface gleamed under the light, reflecting the sky in fractured brilliance, and atop it sat countless cultivators, each one radiating an oppressive aura that seemed to press against the surrounding space.
They sat motionless.
Eyes closed.
