Over the small island, large swathes of smoke-like white mist were drawn by an unseen force, churning and surging towards the high platform like a myriad of rivers returning to the sea. Half of the high platform was enveloped in this cloud-mist. Within the mist, radiant light cascaded like a waterfall. Amidst the vast, hazy, and indistinct scene, it seemed as if one could perceive an immensely tall and solemn white jade portal slowly materializing. Upon this portal, inscribed like a brand of the Heavenly Dao, were the two characters: "South Heaven."
However, the other side of the high platform was consumed by pure, eerie coldness. It was as if the gates of the Netherworld had swung open, unleashing a torrential wave of Death Qi. This miasma stained the heavens and earth with a gloomy, deathly hue. On the decaying land, amidst the lingering ruins, wandered the souls of the dead and walking corpses...
