The sun-scarred mesa blazed under a sky of molten gold, its cracked stone radiating heat that warped the air into shimmering waves, each ripple a pulse of light that scorched the eyes and parched the soul. Jagged spires stood like sentinels, their surfaces baked to a glassy sheen, reflecting a sun that hung low and fierce, unyielding in its dominion. The air shimmered with a divine intensity, a radiance that burned away doubt and bared the heart to judgment. Beyond a rift where the mesa's heart glowed white-hot, a chasm flared—a golden corona that pulsed with a force so vast it could consume the heavens. The Solar Crown, the sixty-third force, had ignited, its boundless radiance of infinite power a blazing vow to burn Lin Feng's spirit to ash.