Steps continue to resound as a sole figure walks a long, well-lit hallway, the figure's eyes focused upon the door in the distance, his walk confident and familiar, as if he had already been in this place in the past.
Eventually reaching the door, this figure then closes his eyes before he sighs, and despite the confidence in his eyes, it seems that deep inside, there's still some worry that weighs on his mind.
And the reason for such worry is revealed as his eyes, tempered by his cultivation advancing solidly step by step, quickly adjust to the blinding light behind the door. What he saw first was a peaceful place, one that is filled with golden rice ready for harvest anytime, these beautiful, mesmerizing views spanning as far as the eye can see.
