In the desolate void,
Specks of starlight interspersed the darkness, bringing a hint of vitality.
Far in the distance,
A light burst forth. The light twinkled, each flicker spanning a tremendous distance. Only upon closer inspection did it reveal itself to be an imposing city.
The walls stood eighteen zhang high.
At each side, powerful warriors clad in armor stood firm with weapons in hand, keeping watch in all directions. From within the city, only rows of buildings could be glimpsed; the exact nature of their existence obscured by the shimmering light, eluding clear sight.
Yet atop one of the city gates, a female cultivator in an amber Daoist robe stood resolutely, sword drawn, gazing far into the distance.
Beneath her, on the city gate tower, the words "Han Ling City" danced like dragons and phoenixes, exuding mystery.