Yunyin Peak.
The plaza.
As the battle ends, all is silent now.
Jiang Ning stands in the center, snowflakes dancing in the cold wind, landing on his shoulders, on the tips of his hair.
He lowers his eyes slightly, sensing the faintest tremor coming from the hardened rock beneath his feet.
He immediately looks up.
Only to see the sky quivering, his vision shaking endlessly.
"It's here," he whispers to himself.
Then, distorted ripples appear in the void, like an invisible hand stirring a pool of clear water.
The clouds are drawn into an eerie vortex, sunlight refracting through the twisted air, casting colorful, bizarre halos.
"What is this..." Ye Zhengqi's pupils contract, his face grave.
"It's the person behind Cross Immortal Gate," Shen Wenyan says softly.
At this moment, Jiang Ning also looks toward the center of the vortex.
A pressure quietly spreads, making the air heavy.
The birds in the mountain forests are silent.
Suddenly, a crack opens in the sky above.
