Heaven of Life, north.
Beneath the dim yellow sky.
Contrary to what the outside world imagined, the Gospel Throne actually contained cycles of day and night, as well as phenomena projected by the various abysses.
Only, their patterns were the exact opposite of those in the Present Realm.
When the Gospel Throne's rotation turned one side toward the abyss, the holy wheel representing the Ranch Owner would slowly rise from the deepest reaches of the Dust Realm, carrying boundless radiance and illuminating the other realms.
And only when the Ranch Owner's splendor could no longer be observed would the blood moon representing fallen nations and the Giant Eye of Lightning symbolizing the Archdukes rise from the night.
Now, in the gap between "day" and "night," the Giant Eye of Lightning and the blood moon in the distant depths had only just begun to emerge, while the blazing sun representing the Ranch Owner's gaze had already dimmed with the rotation, hanging at the far end of the sky.
A hazy glow shone over a world filled with elaborate architecture.
Among the seven realms, the lower hold representing the Dust Realm supported the foundations of the Seven Heavens, bearing heavy burdens and handling waste and sewage. It was equivalent to the sewers and basements. Heaven of Good Deeds, meanwhile, was where servants, lowly people lacking sufficient faith, and even foreign craftsmen lived. Even if they barely possessed human rights, they had only the tiniest amount.
Heaven of Life was the most prosperous place within the Seven Heavens, with the largest population and the greatest number of factions. Countless Purified People multiplied here, constructing towering skyscrapers and labyrinthine complexes that rose straight into the sky.
No one knew what might be hidden amid those countless cramped alleys and shadowed paths.
When the landing