The Heaven's End Pavilion's headquarters was a world unto itself, a colossal spacecraft woven into the fabric of a pocket dimension accessible only through intricate spatial coordinates.
Upon arrival, Ren Shui, Zi Er, and Li Song were immediately swept into a tide of urgency. Cultivators of all levels hurried through the corridors, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and grim determination.
"Senior Brother Ren!" A harried-looking cultivator in the distinctive robes of the Pavilion's intelligence branch intercepted them. "The Pavilion Lord requests your immediate presence in the Grand Assembly Hall. The situation is dire. Proceed directly."
Ren Shui nodded curtly, leaving Zi Er and Li Song behind.
"Word has it that the Pavilion Lord has secured a fragment of the Heavenly Will and is en route to Astral King," the man explained hurriedly, leading the way.
