Han Yu stopped just beyond the edge of the dense forest, his eyes fixed on the vast complex that stretched before him.
The ruins were enormous, far larger than anything he had ever seen within an inner realm. At first glance, the structure appeared to be a cluster of fallen temples and broken halls, but as his gaze adjusted, he realized that those were only the outer sections.
Beyond them, a wall rose from the ground, high, dark, and ancient.
Even from where he stood, Han Yu could feel the faint pulse of spiritual energy in the air. It was old and strange, not vibrant like the Qi of living things, but heavy and dull, like something that had been buried for ages. He hesitated to move any closer.
His first instinct screamed caution. After what had happened at the ruined shrine, he was not about to rush into another unknown structure. The memory of Junior Jun's body turning into dust flashed in his mind, and a chill ran down his spine.
