Standing before the Observatory gates, the vermilion doors were tightly shut, adorned with crisscrossing gold nails, and two fearsome beast heads clamped around copper rings.
Just as he was about to knock, the doors opened by themselves, and an aged voice echoed in his ear:
"Come in, to the thirty-third floor."
"Yes."
Chen Mo responded, lifting his leg to step inside.
Once within, he could truly sense the enormity of the building.
The entire structure was built from white Xuangang Rock, tiered and staggered, reaching into the clouds, its polished surface reflecting light, subtly showing cloud patterns that rippled like floating shadows, quite mystical indeed.
However, as he glanced around, he saw no stairs, only a flat stone platform.
Standing on the platform, with a slight tremor, a round column rose in front of him. On it, there was a groove that seemed to match the size of a Token.
