The cultivation world, once a paradise for cultivators, is now a churning hell. Li Chen and Yueling stand amidst this devastation, atop the ruins of the border formation that has now merged with the shattered landscape. Dust and the stench of blood sting their nostrils. Li Chen grips Yueling’s hand tighter; his face is expressionless, but his eyes, now radiating a clear, cold silver-gold light, reflect the hellscape before them.
"This is the price of my absence," Li Chen says quietly, his voice raspy yet filled with certainty. This is the chaos born of ambition and imbalance. Vengeance, cold and pure, burns at the core of his soul. He stares toward the ruins looming in the distance, where the Spirit Cloud Sect once stood. Its peaks are now occupied, the banners of the Sky Sword Sect flutt
