The Shen Clan Domain was not a mere estate or a sprawling city; it was a fragmented shard of a higher plane, a separate dimension the size of an entire world.
Within this realm, the laws of physics were secondary to the density of the spiritual qi that saturated the air.
Countless cities, floating mountain ranges, and infinite forests thrived under a sky that lacked a sun, instead lit by the collective radiance of the clan's ancestral formations.
Millions of branch members and descendants lived out their lives here, all tethered by the golden blood that flowed through their veins, however diluted it might be.
In a city known as the Spear-Glow Fortress, a place where the architecture itself looked like a forest of upright blades, the First Elder of the Grand Enshrined Hall stood upon a high balcony.
His eyes, sharp and weathered like flint, were fixed on a lone youth in the central plaza below.
