Beams of purplish-gold light shot through the space, filled with dense, purplish-gold mist.

The only sounds were the sharp whistling of things cutting through the air.

James and the Waitara Pathʼs soul spirit arrived in such a space after entering the Historial Palace.

There were no signs of the five treasures or the forty-nine cauldrons, nor any grandiosity or luxury. It felt like they were standing in an endless realm of purplish gold.

Whoosh!

A purplish-gold light beam shot past them, bu