In the dreamscape, Yu Xuan stood facing his opponent.
His master.
There was no doubt about it, she was the strongest opponent he had ever faced.
The moment the battle began, she moved.
She charged straight at him and in the next instant, Yu Xuan felt himself growing.
No.
The ground beneath his feet was surging upward, swelling like a living mountain, lifting him higher and higher.
Before he could fully stabilize.
A colossal meteor tore through the sky, its mass blotting out the heavens as it slammed down toward him.
But before it could reach—
SWISH!
A crimson slash cleaved the meteor cleanly in two.
Yu Xuan's eyes narrowed.
From the fractured halves, hundreds of wooden hands burst forth, extending unnaturally, swarming toward him like a living forest.
Yu Xuan clenched the air.
The space itself warped.
Like a certain Greybeard commanding the seas, he grasped the meteor and twisted.
