Although he had not yet entered the massively transformed "Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City," the entire world was shrouded in an endless, mournful aura.
The sky was as dark as dusk, yet it was actually the moment of dawn.
Dawn, without light; dusk, without darkness.
There lies Frost Tears.
Approaching Frost Tears, one could see an ancient city with a majestic aura. The city was covered with intricate Rune engravings, each depicting symbols that exuded the ancientness of bygone eras.
The ancient city was like a colossal tomb magnified millions of times, and even though it stood with grandeur, it also veiled a somber sadness akin to the heroic desolation of twilight years.
This sensation did not require conscious sensing to clearly transmit to the eyes, hearts, and souls of every Cultivator who came here.
