Starlight spilled like rain from the heavens, but it did not fall into the valley.
Above the valley, there seemed to be an invisible barrier catching the starlight rain.
That wondrous change happened at this moment.
The starlight poured down, gathering together, following some rule, slowly forming a base.
Walls, windows, eaves followed...
Under the watchful eyes of the people in the valley, the starlight "poured" the silhouette of a small tower.
The starlight flowed, slowly filling in the details, outlining specifics.
Window grilles, textures, murals...
Finally, a seven-story tower made of starlight solidified into shape, hanging directly above the valley.
It resembled an abode of immortals.
Jiang Wang also looked up at it, indeed marveling at its beauty but also feeling that it wasn't real. As if, although it existed there, it also did not belong to this place.
This was a contradictory sensation.
"The Seven-star Tower has opened!"
