Three days later, the morning sun rose in a blaze of gold, spilling its first light over the sprawling mountain range of the Sanatan Flame Sect. Mist clung to the valleys, curling like silver serpents, while the sect halls glowed with a faint reddish hue, as though kissed by flame. The entire sect bustled with life and excitement, a sea of crimson-robed disciples gathering in neat rows. Today was the day—the chosen hundred would embark on a journey to the Grand Beast Canyon, where the opening of the ancient Secret Realm awaited.