The energy of the red light pillars felt ancient, suffocating, and vast... nothing like the tranquil or balanced Qi of cultivation.
This was something primordial, raw, and heavy with intent.
Han Yu covered his eyes with one arm as the light grew too bright to bear. Even from his distance, it was blinding. The crimson radiance reflected in his eyes like molten fire.
Chitterfang squeaked again, hiding inside his sleeve, his small body trembling.
The towers continued to blaze, each one humming with deep, resonant vibrations that seemed to sync with the rhythm of Han Yu's heartbeat.
HOOOONGHOOOONGHOOOONGHOOOONG
Smaller beams of light began to appear between the larger ones, rising from the inner parts of the ruins that he could not see from his position.
Together, they formed a massive pattern across the sky, interlinking like the lines of a grand formation.
