The Eternal Voyager drifted toward a shimmering blue-green planet, its surface dotted with vast mountain ranges, dense forests, and sprawling cities connected by rivers of light. It was a planet of cultivation, rich with spiritual energy, where immortals were born through arduous training, and legacies were forged over millennia.
As the ship drew closer, the Realm Lord felt a familiar pull—the kind of energy that had fueled many of his past endeavors. It was a world where souls clung to hope, where the powerful reigned, and the weak struggled for survival. But beneath the surface, the Realm Lord sensed the unmistakable scent of broken dreams, shattered potential, and lives uprooted by forces beyond their control.
