From the outside, it was Desolate Mountain, but within, it formed a world of its own.
Magnificent towers and jade halls stood in orderly rows, all forged from White Tigers, their eaves like swords pointing at the heavens.
The roads were broad, paved with stardust fragments, and every step upon them rang with a sonorous clang.
The figures passing by on all sides, young and old alike, looked at Ye Lin with scrutiny and pride in their eyes.
The scrutiny was because he was a stranger.
The pride came from the arrogance ingrained in the bones of the White Tiger clan.
White Tigers were born kings.
That pride had been with them since birth.
Ye Lin paid no attention to those gazes.
"Please, young friend."
"Alright."
Following Bai Feng, the group passed through street after street, making their way deeper inside.
After walking for an unknown length of time, they arrived before a majestic palace.
Four words were inscribed above it: White Tiger Baleful Palace.
White Tiger Baleful Palace stood atop the main peak, shaped like the skeletal remains of a colossal beast crouching low.
Its entire body was built from an unknown pale metal, its edges sharp as blades, faint light flowing through its seams.
The palace walls were smooth as mirrors and a thousand zhang high, reflecting the pallid sea of clouds without a trace of warmth.
The main gate consisted of two stone walls covered in countless slash marks, while pale white flames burned within the door rings.
It looked both domineering and somewhat Aberrations.
But to Ye Lin, none of this amounted to much.
Ye Lin followed Bai Feng into White Tiger Baleful Palace.
The moment he stepped inside, the view before him opened up.
High above, a golden star continually collapsed and erupted within the