The Feilun Sect's mountain gates still trembled with echoes of the storm.
Where once serene skies had crowned the sect's sprawling peaks, now the heavens bore scars of fire and thunder. Chasms split the earth in jagged lines where lightning had seared stone into glass. The training fields, where disciples once sparred in orderly rhythm, were blackened with ash. Even the ancestral statues of Feilun's founders bore cracks, their faces lit eerily by the fading glow of residual thunder-essence.
In the heart of the devastation, Tian Shen sat cross-legged. His breath came slow, but his body radiated an oppressive weight, as though his veins still carried remnants of the storm.
He had broken through.
From the Core Reinforcement Realm, he had forced his way—violently, unrelentingly—into the Utopian Core Realm.
