The two mountains stand majestically facing each other, like ancient giants, squeezing a mysterious gateway tightly between them with their overwhelming presence.
Above the gateway, white mist surges from the depths, infused with strands of peculiar Spiritual Power, wantonly spreading, quickly blurring the details of the crossing.
This mist seems to possess intelligence, rolling and flowing with agility, as if following some ancient and mysterious path.
This mysterious area appears cut off from the outside world, enveloped in a serene silence enshrouded in the dust of ages.
Suddenly, a milky white halo emerges from the edge of the gateway.
There, five arrays are neatly arranged, all being worn away by time, of which two are completely damaged, their patterns fractured, decayed over time, devoid of any array spirituality.
Only three arrays remain resiliently standing in this abandoned world.
Buzz!
