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The wind howled across the shifting lands of the Grey Bastion—a place outside standard cultivation realms, where the threads of fate coiled like dying serpents. The sky here bled amber, and the ground pulsed with fractured code.
Zayn stood at the edge of it all, eyes glowing with silver script. His senses were sharper now. His perception was laced with the system’s very fabric. He saw what normal cultivators couldn’t:
The world was rewriting itself around him.
Yanyu stepped forward beside him, brushing her fingers against his. “What is this place?”
“Where broken stories come to hide,” Zayn muttered. “It’s called the Dead Code Zone. The system tries to erase it, but it always grows back.”
She shivered. “Feels
