"Bodhisattva, heavens, Main God! This place... This place is Gold Mountain? These... These are all gold mines?!"
The sparse grass and trees could not hide the rolling hills and mountain islands. Among the jagged rocks, flashes of heart-stirring golden light gleamed from time to time. And beneath the streams around the port lay vast golden shallows and riverbeds. The endless golden sand and gravel shimmered with rippling gold, mingling with the sunlight reflected on the water's surface, as though golden river water were flowing there!
At this moment, those soul-stirring Goldstones had drawn in their bewitching magic, revealing only an occasional plain, unadorned glint of gold. They lay silent and still, sleeping from tens of millions of years ago until today, until they were seen by ordinary mortal men...
"Gods and Buddhas! Main God! Kim Seon-su, this place... This place is all your own kin!... Look! Look at the altar before us, that wooden carving of the Main God's emblem!... It... It's actually stuck into several hundred jin of gold sand!..."
In the crude port camp stood several dozen small pointed huts, dozens of branch racks for drying fish, and over a dozen excavated Pit House cellars. And within this camp of wood and earth, only the Main God's altar before them had an outline piled from golden stones, like an open-air great golden well.
Only now, in the center of that "well mouth," a wooden-carved emblem of the Main God had been planted, with the outline of The Sun and the shape of a Hummingbird. At first glance, the emblem looked completely ordinary, very plain and simple. However, as long as one's gaze shifted slightly downward and saw the base inside that "well mouth" used to hold the wood... the hearts of many captives began to pound, thump, thump: