The incandescent vortex of the paifang gate collapsed behind him with a low groan as Shen Haoran stepped smoothly across the threshold.
The dense, choking pressure of the spatial transition washed over him like a passing summer draft, completely failing to disturb even the hem of his dark, flowing robes.
Haoran stood high above the sky of the secret realm, overlooking the vast, untamed world unfurling beneath his boots.
The Celestial Dragon Vault was colossal—a pristine, primeval miniature continent encapsulated within an ancient planar bubble.
Below him, colossal mountain ranges shaped like the spines of slumbering primordial dragons stretched across thousands of miles.
Vast canopy forests of glowing, petrified spirit wood breathed emerald-hued clouds into the lower atmosphere, and winding rivers of liquid amber carved glowing canyons through the bedrock.
