On this day.
A dim mist hung heavy.
The royal city lay shrouded in haze.
Seated cross-legged in the carriage, Wu Rong cast a sidelong glance into the distance as the royal city entered his view.
Pavilions and towers rose and fell like the veins of mountains and rivers, racing like shooting stars. Markets of every size glittered like scattered constellations, while the Great Wall dividing the long streets and districts wound like a flying dragon. Soldiers in azure armor stood with long spears in hand, tinged with faint Baleful Intent.
As if waking from a dream, he turned his gaze away.
The turtle-serpent dragon carriage rode the clouds and mist. Beneath it seemed to lie an invisible passageway, a bridge reaching the heavens, carrying its passengers toward the cloud palaces of the Heavenly Court.
Whoosh!
It burst through the thin mist and stepped upon the clouds.
An ancient emperor held a brush, splashing gold ink across the world.
Mixed with a faint chill of verdant, secluded cold, countless rays of brilliance were flung recklessly across this boundless scroll of white clouds. Richly colored and lavish beyond measure, vigorous brushstrokes pierced through the heavenly scroll and poured into the earth, intertwining with the royal city's mist to form a boundless ocean that surged and flowed toward the high walls in the distant sky.
The qilin beast banners fluttered.
Wu Rong's gaze swept into the far distance before returning to the front.
On the white scroll atop the clouds floated immortal palaces, jade towers and jeweled halls all lying beyond that city gate.
Only then did he finally feel solid ground beneath his feet.
Listening to the sounds around him, he realized that the turtle-serpent dragon carriage had already steadied itself upon an ancient, tangible bridge. Several long bridges beside his