Above the boundless sky, a colossal island seemed to be held aloft by an invisible giant hand, quietly suspended in the high heavens.
The clouds stretched for thousands of miles, swirling like a delicate veil, sometimes concealing the island, sometimes revealing its mysterious outline.
On the surface of this island, two elderly figures with hunched backs were floating in mid-air.
Their dry, thin hands danced wildly, continuously channeling the surging power from within their bodies into the strange red crystal in front of them.
The red crystal emitted a profound glow, its crimson light pulsating as though in sync with the breath of heaven and earth.
It was immediately clear that it was the core of a crucial formation's eye.
One of the elders was clad in a long robe of deep blue and black, appearing to be woven from the countless shadows of the night sky, flickering with a demonic luster.
