A chilling, bone-piercing wind wailed across the dilapidated ancient road, sweeping past the broken stele like the whispers of ancient lost souls. Duan Kai stood right before the final Stele for Pacifying Souls, his cold breath turning into a trembling white mist that vanished instantly in the murky starlight.
This place had once been a bastion forged from the willpower of the primordial ancestors, but now it had become the eye of the storm. The array of stone stelae towering into the clouds all around had long since collapsed for the most part, leaving only a few stubborn, crooked remnant pillars perched precariously on the edge of the endless, dark abyss. They were like exhausted giants, silently bearing an ancient, crushing weight. The surfaces of the stelae were covered in fine cracks resembling a distorted living thing, slowly writhing and expanding. The fathomless, shadowy gloom oozed from the fissures, emitting a faint, hungry buzzing sound.
The hour had finally come.
Chapter 192