The pressure did not fade.
If anything, it settled deeper.
Not as a sharp force, but as something constant, something that lingered at the edge of awareness and refused to leave.
Lan Yue felt it in the way the air no longer moved naturally. In the way conversations around the perimeter had dropped into quieter tones. In the way even the formation disciples, trained to remain composed, were no longer pretending this was routine.
Something was wrong.
And everyone knew it now.
Mo Tian did not raise his voice. He did not need to.
"Report," he said.
A formation disciple stepped forward, his hands still faintly glowing from maintaining the barrier line. There were stress lines around his eyes that had not been there an hour ago.
"The outer layer is stable for now, but the pressure points are inconsistent. It is not striking one location. It is moving."
Lan Yue frowned. "Moving how."
The disciple hesitated slightly, as if trying to find the right words. "Like it is searching."
