At dawn, Shenlong set out, accompanied by a handful of seasoned warriors tasked with ensuring he reached the Sacred Grounds safely. The journey was long, and they moved swiftly, traveling through dense forests and rugged mountain paths. Along the way, Shenlong absorbed every bit of advice from the warriors who accompanied him, learning about survival techniques, insights into enemy strategies, and the importance of staying vigilant.
After several days, the group reached the edge of the Eastern Sacred Grounds. The area was unlike anything Shenlong had ever seen. The air was thick with spiritual energy, and strange stones glowed with an otherworldly light. He felt the weight of the place's history, a sense that he was standing in a place where countless warriors had once trained and ascended to greatness.
The warriors gave Shenlong a respectful nod, stepping back to allow him to continue alone. "We'll wait here," their leader said. "But know this—whatever you face inside, you must confront on your own. Trust your instincts, Shenlong."
Shenlong nodded, inhaling deeply before stepping into the sacred grounds. Instantly, he felt a shift in the atmosphere. The ground seemed to pulse beneath his feet, and a powerful force tugged at his energy, as though testing his resolve. Determined, he pushed forward, allowing himself to be led deeper into the heart of the sacred grounds.