Chu Xisheng steadied himself and began surveying his surroundings.
This was a vast expanse of white space, above which the sun shone universally, illuminating everything in detail.
They stood on a broad plaza made of Han white jade, yet there was a layer of white Qi Mist covering the ground.
The mist, rising only to the knees, churned and rolled, making one doubt whether they were standing above a sea of clouds, as if they had entered an immortal-like setting.
In the center of the plaza stood a stele, reaching a height of five zhang.
Etched on the stele was a massive character for 'Dream'.
Around the stele, arranged in a huge circle, were exactly one hundred stone coffins.
Below the stele lay a square pool, one zhang across, filled with azure liquid.
"The fourth trial is a test of temperament!"
