Chapter 257 Book 5 Revolt
At the bowels of the Cloud Wing Sect, the air was heavy—not with heat or humidity, but with the weighted breath of two dozen cultivators, each one as powerful as the others. Stone walls arched high above them, carved centuries ago by cloud artisans and reinforced with Chi-rich metals. The once-verdant glow that pulsed through these veins like blood had vanished. Now, there was only silence.
Before them yawned a monstrous chasm that had no bottom in sight—a hole that stretched miles into the belly of the mountains, jagged and smoking. The surrounding formations were cracked like shattered porcelain. The remnants of crushed stone talismans and scorched formation runes lay about like scattered bones.
