Having narrowly escaped the Black Veil Sect's pursuit, Lei Chen and Qing Yuan found themselves at the edge of the Abyssal Wastes, a region so dangerous that even experienced cultivators rarely ventured into it. The Abyssal Wastes were known for their wild qi storms, which could tear a cultivator's body apart if they weren't careful.
"I never thought we'd end up here," Qing Yuan muttered, staring out at the desolate landscape.
Lei Chen remained silent. He knew that their journey was only going to get harder. The Abyssal Wastes were not just a physical challenge—they were a trial of will and endurance.
As they ventured deeper into the wastes, the air grew heavy with spiritual pressure. The ground beneath them cracked, and the sky above swirled with chaotic energy. It wasn't long before they were caught in the first qi storm.
The storm hit with the force of a tidal wave, its energy chaotic and uncontrollable. Lei Chen gritted his teeth, using his essence to form a protective barrier around himself and Qing Yuan. But the storm was relentless, battering them with wave after wave of wild qi.
Lei Chen felt his body weakening. His essence was being drained faster than he could replenish it. But he couldn't afford to fail here. The War God's techniques had taught him to endure, to push through pain and exhaustion.
He focused on the core of his being, drawing on the strength he had gained through his many battles. His essence flared, and the storm began to wane, its chaotic energy dissipating.
But the trial wasn't over.