An Ancient Radiance Hidden in the Golden Domain, a Great Sun Born Against the Tide

Chen Yuan stood at the boundary between the two regions, burying all the shock brought on by the shattered Golden Seat deep within his Spirit Terrace. When he raised his eyes again, his gaze was utterly clear.

The halo at the far end of the purple region was so dense it seemed impossible to dissolve. Purple and gold intertwined, condensed without dispersing, slowly circulating through the void with an almost tangible weight.

Beyond lay the golden region, a world entirely different from the purple one.

The unique purple-gold treasures in the purple region were, after all, external objects that a Dao Foundation Real Person could touch, study, and even use. The golden region had already transcended the bounds of "objects" and entered the realm of "seats."

Chen Yuan dared not probe it with his spiritual sense. He observed with his eyes alone.

The golden region was exceedingly empty, desolate to the point of deathly silence.

Within that emptiness floated only a handful of clusters of golden light. The largest was barely ten feet across, the smallest no bigger than the hollow of a clenched fist. Yet each hung in the void, slowly revolving—not light, but the outward manifestation of "authority."

Chen Yuan glanced at them from afar, and a piercing pain struck his eyes. A golden-red glow involuntarily rose from the [Pleiades Sun] Dao Foundation in his Spirit Terrace. He drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed its agitation.

At the far left hung an enormous bell of ancient design, dark gold throughout. Its body bore no inscriptions, runes, or Dao markings, yet seven cracks ran across it.

Those cracks did not look like damage. Rather, they seemed to have been burned through from within by the power of utmost yang, radiating outward like dawnlight bursting over the horizon and