An eternally-burning Blue Antique Lamp hovers silently in the air.
Xiao Chen rises to his full height, stepping down from the Yellow Mud Platform. The ancient lamp seems fused with him, positioned a foot to the left of his shoulder. Its flickering flame illuminating the path before him.
Not wanting to astonish the villagers, he reaches up for the hovering God Lamp, gripping it firmly in his hands as if grasping the very Flame of Life. He feels his Life Essence connected with it. With a bit of effort, he shakes the ancient lamp and places it on the Yellow Mud Platform.
The dilapidated Yellow Mud Platform and the perpetually burning ancient lamp evoke mystery when placed together, a veil of mystery envelops them both.
