The Airbus 707 soared above the clouds, facing the direct sunlight, flying towards the promised land.
Four hours later, Wei Tianyang looked through the aircraft's window and saw the country with its long, narrow coastline.
Mountains stood tall, overlooking all beings, and the cities bathed in sunlight, across the land, white buildings with varying heights were akin to waves made of concrete, with many skyscrapers' glass facades reflecting blinding white light.
As the plane approached the capital, Lazarus, of Yixu, a huge white humanoid statue captured Wei Tianyang's gaze. The statue was incomparably huge, towering far above the surrounding buildings. With its arms wide open and head slightly bowed, it seemed to be telling a story to the creatures below.