The golden haze intensified, wrapping around the North Wind Dancer like a warm, silken shroud. Ahead, the Golden Continent rose from the shimmering waves, a land painted in vibrant hues of emerald and ochre, where colossal, sun-drenched mountains pierced a sky that seemed perpetually ablaze. Temples, gleaming with real gold, reflected the morning light with dazzling intensity, casting long, ethereal shadows across the verdant landscape. A faint, unsettling hum, like the distant thrum of a colossal furnace, vibrated on the wind, carrying with it a subtle, oppressive heat that was more than just natural sunlight. It was a pressure, a demand for submission, a testament to the power of the Sun-Eaters.
Liu Jin gripped the Frost Dew Sword beneath his cloak, its blue-silver light flickering almo
