When Yan Jin stealthily made his way to the core room of the shattered celestial vein, he relied on his heightened senses to navigate the devastation around him. The once-majestic chamber now lay in ruins, the air thick with the acrid scent of burnt energy and the heavy weight of despair. He could feel the oppressive darkness that enveloped the room, a stark contrast to the vibrant, life-affirming energy that had once pervaded this place.
The ground beneath him was uneven and littered with debris—sharp shards of broken crystal, fragments of ancient stone, and twisted remnants of once-mighty structures. The room had been ravaged, its walls crumbling and its columns toppled, leaving behind a chaotic mess of destruction. The corruption that had tainted the core still lingered, an almost palpable, sour odor mingling with the earthy scent of dust and decay.
