Mystic Star.
The core of the Mystic Realm, home to the Mystic Sanctuary.
Qin Yan watched quietly, an indescribable emotion rising within him.
This was where he would live for the next four years.
Just then, the giant ship abruptly accelerated, hurtling toward the blue planet.
Passing through, passing through, and passing through again.
Space warped and twisted around the giant ship, transforming into streaks of light that rushed backward.
Qin Yan's vision blurred, and countless scenes flashed past like a revolving lantern—the starry sky, clouds, mountains, rivers...
When he could see clearly again, the scene before him had changed completely!
Clouds and mist curled through the air, suffused with immortal aura.
Mountain peaks emerged and vanished within the mist. At their summits, upturned eaves and ornate brackets could be glimpsed through the haze, like celestial palaces in the heavens—ethereal and sacred.
Stone-paved paths wound deep into the mist;
Ancient trees towered overhead, their lush branches casting mottled shadows;
Streams murmured softly, crystal-clear to the bottom, their waters pleasant to the ear;
Spirit cranes danced through the mountain forests, crying out in crisp calls.
This was practically a paradise on earth!
The giant ship slowly descended, heading deeper into that immortal realm.
Qin Yan's gaze pierced through the mist, and he finally saw the true face of the Mystic Sanctuary.
It was an enormous Golden Gate.
No one knew how vast it was; it seemed to connect heaven and earth.
Golden radiance flowed from the gate, illuminating the entire world.
Complex runes and patterns were carved on both sides of the gate, every detail exuding an indescribable profundity.
Through the gate, he could vaguely see rows upon rows of palaces and pavilions arranged in orderly layers, appearing and disappearing amid the clouds like a heavenly court from myth and legend.