The Divine Inheritance Island has its own aesthetics. From the towering trees, running rivers with the crystalline waters, massive mountain ranges encased in dense fog, captivating magical beasts that roam the clear skies night n' day.
Around this hour of the day, between the verdant mountain peaks, a crowd of people gathered up by the bank of a deep lake.
This lake seemed very vibrant and enchanting, the spiritual energy coating the surface of this lake had almost condensed into a thin fog, all this fog serves as sustenance to the elegant emerald fish that bolts through the crystal clear waters and impacts into the spiritual mist.
During set intervals, a crowd would converge from the multitude of huts and cave dwellings situated around the periphery of this lake. If one swept their senses across this mountain range, all they would find is eerie cave dwellings that accumulated fractured bones, dry resources, rotten spiritual fruits, decaying robes, and so on.
