The golden aurora mesa shimmered beneath a sky ablaze with light, its smooth stone expanse reflecting beams that danced like molten dawn, each ray a pulse of brilliance that seared the eyes. Winds carried flecks of radiant dust, their glow stinging the skin, a whisper of purity that urged the heart to bow. The air was heavy with warmth, a luminescence that pressed against the mind, flooding the soul with visions of eternal clarity. Beyond a rift where the mesa's core flared with prismatic fire, a chasm blazed—a golden inferno that radiated a force so vast it could blind the stars themselves. The Radiant Sovereign, the eighty-eighth force, had risen, its boundless radiance of infinite power a blazing vow to sear Lin Feng's spirit into oblivion.