The group hadn’t traveled long in secrecy when Ah San, who was leading the way, suddenly spoke up, “This spot’s about right.” Wu Jinliang shouted, “Up we go!” The group advanced no further, swiftly ascending instead, and finally burst out of the sand layer, racing forth to stand in a place that seemed like a dreamlike illusion.
A world of silver radiance shimmered before them, reflecting the sea of sand ahead and also illuminating each of their faces. The moment everyone emerged above ground, silence fell, as if they were all frozen in place, staring blankly ahead. The group, disheveled and dusty, looked as if they had witnessed a divine miracle.
Despite Wu Jinliang, Huang Yingying, and Ah San having seen this before, their reactions were just the same as the first encounter and still felt fresh. Before them lay a vast, magnificent silver disc, seemingly formed by countless dazzling, tightly clustered stars.
Not a trace of impurity could be found in the infinite twinkling silver brilliance, whose splendor made the radiant starry sky itself seem dim. The sky above had turned pitch-black, where shooting stars would flash by from time to time, all streaking toward the center of that brilliant silver disc.