Storm Heavens [2]

The atmosphere was desolate.

Dark plains of grey and withered dirt spread as far as the eye could see. An eternal canopy of thick black clouds hung in the sky, blocking any potential sunlight this land could've received. In the center of this desolate land sat a single altar large enough to hold hundreds of people. This pure gold piece of land was the only splash of color in the otherwise bleak area.

This space was the Storm Heavens Mystic Realm. As soon as the group of geniuses entered, they were met with this scene.

Every Mystic Realm was different at a fundamental level. It wasn't always certain that one would be allowed to understand the task before completing it. In some Mystic Realms, one had to understand every facet of the trial on their own.

"Everyone! Follow my lead if you don't wish to be killed!" A voice suddenly resounded. This was none other than Marcus Strow from the Heavenly Jewel Palace. He was undoubtedly the one with the highest status here.