"Legend has it that the Children of the Sky were once divided into many tribes."
Feng Jin's eyes shone with longing.
"The Sun People who believed in the blazing sun, the Rain People who worshipped thunder and rain, the Winter People who took snow as an omen..."
"Our ancestors lived beneath Aegle's radiance, yet their eyes could hold only a single color."
"But they forgot that the faint light watching over the world... was itself harmoniously composed of many colors."
"So..."
"The rainbow is my favorite weather phenomenon—it not only refracts countless colors, but also carries the meaning of a bridge."
"I want to use a Rainbow Bridge to connect people's hearts... and carry hope to every soul in this world."
The Rainbow Box raised high above her head began to tremble violently.
Feng Jin chanted:
"O ancestors—"
"Let the rainbow guide me back to the homeland the Children of the Sky have been separated from for a thousand years."
"O Rainbow Bridge—"
"Lead us back into the sky..."
Amid an intense, dazzling radiance, the Rainbow Box stretched out from the summit of Dawn Cloud Cliff toward the boundless sky.
"Huan Bao, let's go." Feng Jin turned and held out her hand to Yan Huan.
"I get the idea, but why does your Rainbow Bridge extend straight upward at a ninety-degree angle?"
Yan Huan walked up beside the Rainbow Bridge, staring at the admittedly rather pretty band of light as he questioned it.
"At this angle, it's basically like climbing a wall, isn't it?"
"Are you expecting me to put on my gear and slowly climb this rainbow wall into the sky?"
"Huan Bao, of course not!"
Feng Jin laughed softly.
"We can fly on the Rainbow Bridge. As long as we touch it lightly, our bodies will float up."