Ye Jun stood loosely at the edge of the plateau, adjusting his grip on the hilt of his Ember Sword as his eyes remained fixed on the deep blue tear in space. The absolute quiet following his complete demolition of the first rift vanguard lasted only a handful of breaths.
Before the surrounding Orthodox and Unorthodox soldiers could even begin to process the ridiculous display of his newly advanced Soul Tempering base, a tremendous rumble vibrated through the bedrock beneath his boots.
Far to the western ridge, a magnificent column of blinding white starlight violently pierced the churning dark clouds, accompanied by a sound like a small moon being dragged across a metal anvil.
Boom—!
The atmospheric shockwave swept across the chasm, carrying with it a wave of dense, freezing Sword Intent that made the air itself crackle with frost.
