Chapitre 1057: Meaningless Question [1]

To call Prismatic Sun Holy Land a natural wonder wouldn't be too far off describing its majesty.

The true sect, hidden within the folds of space with ancient magic that even Damien couldn't completely see through, was a location entirely isolated from the hands of man.

The Holy Land disciples didn't exist above the land as living beings usually did, they lived within it, became a part of it, and abided by its natural rulings to completely sustain its original face.

The biome itself was a floating mountain range that looked like an asteroid belt contained within the bubble of the world's atmosphere.

Each mountain was connected to the next with natural bridges or routes created within nature, containing a sort of strange complexity that only those who lived in it for years could comprehend.

They were enveloped in a natural mist, painting the air with an aura of freshness and mystique, something Damien quite enjoyed as he made his way through it.