Stepping through the teleportation array, light flared and twisted before setting the group down in the center of the Galactic Myriad Sect's registration pavilion—a vast hall of translucent jade that spanned for kilometers, its towering pillars etched with runes from countless races, the open ceiling revealing swirling streams of mana drifting above like living auroras.
Disciples of countless species bustled around massive crystal counters, auras ranging from First to Fifth Calamity filling the vast registration hall with a constant, low hum of power.
The air was thick with mingled scents—starlight herbs blooming in floating planters, distant thunder from lightning-affinity cultivators testing nearby, the faint metallic tang of blood from beastkin warriors. Voices echoed in hundreds of languages, laughter mixing with sharp challenges, the floor of polished jade vibrating faintly under thousands of footsteps.
