A brilliant flash of light swallowed Chen Yu and his companions as the Ascension Gate closed behind them with a thunderous boom. Reality twisted. Gravity shifted. When their senses returned, they were standing on a vast floating platform made of obsidian-like stone, suspended among drifting islands under a sky filled with swirling auroras and distant stars unlike any sky they had ever known.
Cold, thin air bit at their skin. The world here felt sharper—each breath carrying the weight of countless powerful beings. Mana density was so high it made the very air feel like liquid energy pressing against their chests.
Hui's crimson eyes widened as she stretched her arms, feeling the primal energy flowing freely through every fiber of her being. "This… this is how the upper realm feels? It's like the world itself breathes power."
