Sunset and sunrise, with the first glimmer of golden light covering the land, a new day had begun.
On the last day of May, above the Dragon Arena, a wisp of rainbow-colored light appeared, and an altar made of unknown material faintly shimmered into existence from the void.
Early in the morning at seven o'clock, the Dragon Arena was already packed, even the walkway gaps were filled with crowds.
"The annual Sea of Realms altar opening day, there's so much I want to say, yet I find myself at a loss for words."
Standing in the center of the arena, Dean Long's gaze slowly swept over the students who had obtained the qualifications to become Lords of the Sea of Realms, he sighed almost imperceptibly.
Then, a stroke of golden light appeared in his hand, which he waved towards the throng of students.
A sky full of golden rain illuminated the path ahead through the darkness.
One by one, [Heart of the Lord] appeared in front of these thousand students.
