Dusk shrouded the land. The sun, moon, and stars were obscured by the power of chaos. Under the endless dark clouds and twilight, the vegetation withered and twisted, the mountains and rivers crumbled and weathered, and the rocks and soil became a dry, cracked wasteland. Even the Eternal Fortress, personally overseen by the gods during its construction, ultimately failed to withstand the erosion of time after losing divine grace, becoming corrupted into ruins amid the ceaseless wind.
Years later, a Sanctuary Warrior who had survived the Eternal Battlefield recorded the following description of the "Old World" in his memoirs.
Led by King of Mountains and Rivers, Hao Ren and the others finally reached the surface. This should have been the entrance to a Sacred Treasury at the foot of Mount Asuman, complete with magnificent white-stone Door leaves, heavy statues of the sages, and a broad, level stone avenue. The splendid palace district of the City of Divine Favor should have stood before them. Instead, there was only a dark, downward-sloping cavern. After climbing out through its weathered entrance, all they could see was an endless wasteland stretching into the distance, a dim sky blanketed by clouds like twilight, and pillars of wind endlessly circling over the barren land, howling with all kinds of strange cries.
This was the first sight Hao Ren saw after emerging from the cavern, and it gave him an overwhelming sense of familiarity. He instantly remembered what he had seen in the visions before and immediately turned around to look toward where Sacred Mount Asuman had once stood.
Many others turned around with him, and a chorus of sharp gasps rang out around them.
Asuman had vanished. In the place where the sacred mountain had once stood was a gigantic mirrored cylinder. This magnificent pillar, resembling