Through the gate, a brand-new world.
The moment An Jing stepped through the Cave Heaven gate, he felt an unprecedented ease; from a narrow and sweltering, blood-stained underground cave, he came to an expansive, vivid and bright world high above.
He found himself mid-air, thousands, or perhaps tens of thousands of meters up. Below him was a sea of snow-white clouds. High clouds floated like birds drifting over hills made of clouds and mountains. Peering through the gaps of the clouds, he saw endless emerald forests and grasslands, bright rivers reflecting the light at the top of the Heavenly Dome, shimmering silver.
In the clouds, there was normal rainwater and Spirit Qi, not corrosive acid or Fiendish Qi.
An Jing smelled a fragrance as sweet as honey and cinnamon, subtle yet distinct, though he did not know where it came from, it definitely existed.
He was falling.
