After traveling for some time, Yu Xuan, Bing Xin, and the accompanying Discipline Committee disciples finally arrived at the floating island.
The moment they crossed an unseen barrier, Yu Xuan felt the world stretch.
What had looked from the outside like an island roughly the size of the Main Elemental Heaven Peak, expanded into a sprawling continent suspended in the sky.
The spatial distortion was enormous, almost as if the island contained its own pocket world.
And floating above were the Gates.
Vast. Ominous. Distorted. And Blue.
Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes.
These portals weren't positioned here by chance.
The Sect had long identified this region as an area of weakened spatial fabric, perhaps even nudged it further over the years.
A subtle preparation for an inevitable invasion.
The mismatched, asymmetric arrangement of Gates some wide, some narrow, some tall, some warped made the sky look like shattered mirrors.
All of them landed at the edge of the floating island.
