It wasn't the Wildlands anymore. Instead of the barren and somewhat dilapidated wasteland, this realm was bustling with a vibrant aura that was the antithesis of the gloomy, deathly presence of the former.
As Kong Xiang cautiously treaded under the shade of a canopy of leaflesss, mahogany trees, he heard the cries of the birds perched in the branches, taking note of the presence of indigene life in the region. The air was rather humid, with a lingering scent of floral fragrance.
'It seems to be the same place, but somehow, it is not the same' He observed as he mused to himself. While he held suspicions that the realm was infact the Wildlands, The Temple of Records was nowhere in sight here, and this region was brimming with plants and animals not present there. His Karmic Vision activated, his sight landing on the lifeforms. Their flesh and blood glimmered with a golden radiance that prevented further investigation on the karmic level.
