Heat shimmered in the desert mirage, a haze that warped the dunes into liquid gold, each ripple a blinding pulse that seared the eyes and scorched the breath. The sand burned underfoot, reflecting a sky ablaze with unrelenting light, where no shadow dared linger. The air crackled, charged with a radiance that pressed against the mind, unveiling truths too fierce to bear. Beyond a distortion where the horizon melted, a rift flared—a golden blaze that pulsed with a force so vast it could ignite the stars. The Luminous Veil, the fifty-seventh force, had risen, its boundless radiance of infinite power a silent vow to burn Lin Feng's spirit to cinders.