High up in the air, beyond the white clouds covering the lands below, the air shimmered and opened before spewing out a golden carriage like a distasteful spice stuck in the teeth.
The carriage stopped in the middle of the air for a few seconds before it slowly started descending down, splashing through the sea of clouds.
Colored in the warm glow of the sunset, the vast city revealed itself at last. The lands of the hidden past that ran away trying to protect its lineage and create a new light for the future.
The gate of the carriage flickered open as Mo Ji peeked her head out to look at the familiar city with nostalgia and a bit of fear.
Endless spiraling towers, bridges woven from clouds, and lakes that shimmered with liquid moonlight.
Massive spirit trees towered over buildings carved from jade and obsidian. Faint melodies floated in the air—notes of cultivation techniques layered into the very rhythm of the realm.
It was beautiful.
It was dangerous.
