Beneath the vast expanse of time, many things that were once considered important become unworthy of mention.
And yet, some details once overlooked have become as precious as gold through the grinding passage of time.
God gazed upon the Holy Realm before Him.
It lay above the Sea of Clouds, constantly recited by innumerable mortals day and night, whose choirs in churches praised it endlessly. With prayers and faith paving the way, the beauty of this place was their pursuit and hope, even the source of their happiness.
Chen Yi had listened to countless prayers; They knew how those people praised, and how they longed.
This place was so beautiful.
It originated from a small dream amidst confusion, and then came into being with the sound of Solamus's horn. Its radiance stood tall in the high heavens since, for a full three thousand years.
If counted from the day it was born from the dream, then it had been well over ten thousand years.
