The inner region of the Heavenly Yin Cliff was no place for the unprepared.
Here, the yin qi solidified into mist, heavy and suffocating. The stone underfoot was scorched with ghostly patterns and shattered altars littered the terrain.
Then, after several li of silent travel, Liang stopped.
He glanced around , It should be here….
He'd arrived at the correct place.
Liang knelt slowly, brushing his fingers across the dusted surface of the earth. With a thought, complex runes unfurled from his palm and vanished into the ground.
Snap—snap—hum…
Layer after layer of formations emerged:
—A Concealment Array, weaving his presence into the background noise of the world.
—A Detection Web Array, extending hundreds of meters in every direction, alerting him to the slightest disturbance.
—A Spirit-Sealing Ward Array, locking the ambient ghost qi into stillness, preventing interference.
