A few days later, Si Lingle and the others finally arrived at Gale Cliff.
The fierce wind howled, sweeping up yellow sand across the sky, dyeing the heavens a murky yellowish hue.
Si Lingle raised her hand to shield her eyes, squinting toward the distance—where Gale Cliff, supposed to be surrounded by Gang Wind, was eerily silent.
"Something's wrong," she muttered, her voice shredded by the wind.
Beside her, Lu Rui frowned, gathering a wisp of spirit light at his fingertips, probing forward. Yet, the spirit light that was supposed to be torn apart by the fierce wind penetrated through the barrier in front of the cliff unimpeded.
"The wind has stopped," Lu Rui's voice was deep, "the Gang Wind of Gale Cliff has vanished."
Miao Si's heart tightened; the Gang Wind of Gale Cliff had been ceaseless since ancient times, even Nascent Soul Cultivators dared not approach lightly, yet now it seemed to have been forcefully extinguished by some power.
