Stepping through the doorway, Sun Wukong entered a space wreathed in cloud and fog.
This was an immense space; he walked for a long time amidst the mist yet still could not see its boundaries.
"How is such a place hidden underground?"
Sun Wukong wondered as he delved deeper and deeper; not a blade of grass or tree could be seen, yet the scents of flowers and fruits lingered.
These fragrances were concealed within the fog, uniquely tantalizing, without equal.
After perhaps the time it took three incense sticks to burn, Sun Wukong stepped through layers of fog and entered a radiant Langhuan Blessed Land.
Though still devoid of flora, the Blessed Land hosted stone stalagmites, stone flowers, and stone trees, all glowing softly as if they were real plants.
At the heart of the Blessed Land stood a towering stone pillar reaching for the heavens, hundreds of feet tall, its entire form dazzling with Immortal Light, exuding a vast and boundless aura.
"Is it you?"
