The silver light ball swiftly collided against the round mirror at the top of the Silver Tower, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, disappearing within an instant.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror, akin to a stone breaking the tranquility of a lake.
Everyone felt that the surrounding space was filled with a vast silver expanse, and after a violent fluctuation, it seemed to have traversed through several invisible barriers, finally descending into a mysterious space shrouded in milky white fog.
As the silver light around them gradually dissipated, the seven Boarding Orders returned to their respective owners.
No one had the leisure to mind these, as they all gazed around in surprise and uncertainty.
This space was enveloped by dense fog, making everyone feel as though they were in an illusory realm, their bodies floating lightly in the void.
