The Yang God transformed directly into a golden light and entered the inner room.
Not long after, the east started to lighten as the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds, spreading a soft gold on the ridge of the small courtyard's roof. Bamboo shadows cast diagonally on the white wall, like faint ink marks spreading, and as the morning breeze blew, the bamboo shadows stretched their waists, weaving a trembling net on the ground, bringing the entire courtyard's play of light and shadow to life.
"Creak—"
The door of the inner room also opened.
...
And just as the first ray of dawn shone upon the earth from the east, far to the west, tens of thousands of miles away, a Heroic Pass still lay shrouded in fog.
