Faintly discernible.
As the golden little figure was taken out of the river of time by the mysterious man who claimed to be The Master of Liu Village,
the Flame Emperor felt the scene before his eyes suddenly undergo a massive change.
The dense, rolling black fog that had been billowing intensely vanished in an instant, replaced by a vast expanse of white that resembled falling snow.
Looking all around, apart from the pure and flawless white, no other stray color could be seen.
The sky was no longer azure, the clouds no longer pristine white; even the afterglow of the setting sun had been devoured, no longer casting down its golden warmth, and everything had disappeared into this colorless world.
In a daze, amidst the rolling white light, he saw an enormous gateway that seemed to prop up the sky.
The Stone Gate was majestic, towering into the clouds, like a natural colossal barrier standing between heaven and earth.