When the scenery brightened again, they saw a range of verdant mountain stretching towards the sky, lush grasslands connected to a winding brook.
The stream flowed continuously as clear as crystal. On its shimmering surface, reflections of the swaying trees could be seen. From afar, it appeared like a pure canopy, lending the scenery a dreamy, illusionary touch.
Lanci stood atop a raised piece of land. Irregular white walls, layered and lined up, eventually formed an imposing temple. Stout stone pillars wound with lush vines held up the temple, on which blossoms shook gently in the breeze.
Towering and flawless, the pillars firmly held up a beautifully carved pure white ceiling. The relief carvings on it all emitted a distinctive sacred and solemn charm.
Mirroring the sunlight filtering through the high-hung branch-shaped chandelier, the glossy floor gave one a bird's eye view of the outside world, allowing one to take in the heart-lifting green field scene.