One day later…
Atop the colossal Wind Serpent Mountains, where the skies flirted shamelessly with eternity, the gates of the Xiantian Sect began to creak open. Each slab of black jade, taller than a hundred men stacked like kindling, celestial sigils that pulsed faintly, like the drunken breaths of a slumbering god.
Crrrrrraaaak…
The sound rolled through the mountain range like thunder on a bad mood, crashing into valleys that stretched for thousands of li. This wasn't just some run-of-the-mill sect. No, this was the Xiantian Sect—the place where legends were born and lesser sects came to grovel. Once, it had stood at the very pinnacle of cultivation, not just in Yue Country but across every nearby province where men and beasts dared to tread.
