The terrain of Honglie Continent is peculiar, with towering mountain ranges encircling the area, rising a hundred zhang above the sea. In the midst of it lies a pure basin. At the moment, a grand tournament is taking place, and at each of the four cardinal directions stands an imposing thirty-zhang-high monumental archway. Behind each archway are rows of flag gates.
If disciples of the sect pass through them, they will be guided to the cliffside pavilions and winding corridors within the mountains, where they are seated separately, avoiding overcrowding.
When the Wang Sisters and Li Guozhi arrived, they heard the melodious chime of golden bells ringing from afar, resonating gently and soothingly, accompanied by waves of faintly audible musical notes. In the distant sky, rainbow light danced, auspicious clouds painted the horizon, and radiant halos shimmered as Spirit Bird Flying Boats soared back and forth, never ceasing.
