[: 3rd POV :]
The swirling light of the dimensional gate collapsed with a pulse of silence, and the survivors emerged into their native realm.
They returned to a world unlike the fragile one they had just fled.
It was a cultivation world, vast and rich in spiritual abundance.
The air here was dense with spiritual qi, each breath filled with the essence of heaven and earth.
Majestic mountains pierced the skies, their peaks hidden behind swirling mists.
Ancient forests stretched endlessly across the land, their trees towering like titans, leaves shimmering with latent energy.
Spiritual plants bloomed in secluded valleys, glowing softly with mystic radiance.
Some have matured for thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years, pulsing with wisdom older than many clans.
Deep in the oceans and at the hearts of forbidden lands, intelligent beasts slumbered—creatures born of heaven's will, capable of speech, cultivation, and destruction.
