On the black altar in the Far West, Su Yao and her companions gasped for air, exhausted, their eyes fixed on the vortex of Spiritual Power that continued to spin slowly, emitting an eerie glow. The leader of the Mysterious Organization lay dead nearby, his aura completely extinguished, yet the threat he brought had not vanished with his life. Like a wounded, dying beast, the vortex let out low, rumbling roars, its powerful fluctuations lashing out at the surrounding space and carving grim fissures into the ground.
Struggling, Su Yao pushed herself to her feet. The light of the Chaos Spirit Sword in her hand had dimmed, but it still radiated a faint, indomitable power. She looked at Lin Yu, Zhao Ya, and the Pavilion Master—all of them covered in wounds—and said firmly, "We must shut down this vortex; we cannot let the Mysterious Organization's conspiracy succeed." Lin Yu nodded forcefully, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. Spiritual flames ignited around him once more—though not as intense as at his peak, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. "Right. No matter the cost, we must protect the Cultivation World." Zhao Ya frowned, clutching the Ancient Tome tightly, her eyes filled with contemplation and worry. "This vortex is so powerful and unstable. How are we supposed to intervene?"
The Pavilion Master took a deep breath, circulating his Spiritual Power to calm his chaotic inner energy. "This vortex connects to an unknown dimension; the Mysterious Organization i…
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