The Golden Hall grew increasingly restless as the days passed. Third-Realm masters from all six Empyrean Worlds began spending more and more time within its radiant chambers.
At first, their presence was merely a matter of obedience—following the command of their leaders and familiarizing themselves with what was meant to become their ultimate stronghold. But as they trained, meditated, and opened their senses to the currents surrounding them, they gradually realized the true nature of this place.
The Golden Hall was not merely a fortress. It was a sanctuary constructed from the raw essence of the universe itself. Here, the cosmic forces harmonize with the cultivators' souls, making it very easy to train.
It made sense, of course. The will of the universe itself had shaped the Hall.
