Chen Chuan walked through a wash of brilliant light and emerged on the other side against the massive current of air.
Once he stood still, the first things he saw were clusters of Cloud Islets floating in midair. The one beneath their feet might have been the largest, and tiny green leaves swirled and danced around them.
Kuyanaka, the island in the clouds.
This wondrous sight alone should have been enough to astonish them, yet something else drew both his and Fantana's eyes.
It was a tree so enormous that words could scarcely describe it. Its golden branches and leaves stretched through the clouds and mist to the limits of their vision, as though it meant to cover and support the entire sky.
Its roots seemed to reach down into a bottomless abyss. Gold, silver, and emerald moss covered its trunk, gleaming with a soft yet brilliant light.
A fresh fragrance filled the air, and vast, surging vitality washed over them like a tide. Even simply breathing here and allowing their Domain Fields to mingle with their surroundings let them draw in an immense amount of energy.
Chen Chuan could not help looking up. This had to be Itzaka, the Sacred Tree of the First People's legends.
This was a Mutated Creature that had grown for at least ten thousand years and still stood firm on the other side of the World Ring—the foundation of the First People.
According to legend, the First People had descended from this tree and left through the Rift they had just passed through.
Though that was hardly something to take at face value, this space, almost indistinguishable from the outside world, undoubtedly proved that the First People had once possessed an extraordinarily glorious past. This tree was the condensed essence of a civilization.
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