The Fourth Heaven was a realm of unparalleled mystique and peril, home to the infamous Lost Ruin. This ancient site stood as a silent testament to the many cultivators it had swallowed over the centuries, luring adventurers with promises of untold treasures and secrets, only to ensnare them in its winding, ever-shifting passages.
At the entrance of the Lost Ruin, four groups of cultivators had gathered, their faces set with grim determination. The ruins rose majestically from the ground, towering stone structures intricately carved with runes that shimmered with an eerie, otherworldly light. These markings pulsed with a life of their own, a silent warning to those who dared to venture within.
