Noon Sun Valley had no visible entrance. As far as Zhao Chun’s eyes could see, there was only a vast plaza, its material unknown—like jade yet not jade—its surface covered in intricate formation patterns. At its center was a crimson rising sun, surrounded by endless cloud patterns, all dyed in bright orange-red.
At the edges of the plaza, there were mountains and rivers, dense forests and secluded valleys, containing the myriad scenes of the mortal world. The moment Zhao Chun stepped onto the plaza, everything around her came alive. The rising sun ascended from the clouds, and another world began to layer itself into existence.
In the shifting haze of light and shadow, she saw herself—her figure, features, and attire all utterly unfamiliar. She appeared to be around thirty years old, with long brows, large eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. The only resemblance to her real-world self was her tall stature.
She wore plain clothes, and even her Return-Kill Sword had turned into the appearance of an ordinary iron sword. This illusory appearance was created by each cultivator themselves—man or woman, old or young, as they wished. Once chosen, it could only be changed if they perished within the Small Pearl Realm and entered again.