The Cloudsoaring Peak hummed with an unprecedented, suffocating density of spiritual energy.
For the first time in three centuries, the Azure Sword Sect had officially sealed its mountain. Seven overlapping layers of supreme-tier defensive arrays formed a brilliant, impenetrable dome over the peaks, fueled entirely by the stolen mountains of supreme-grade spirit stones from the Righteous Alliance's central treasury.
Inside the Sect Master's hall, Zhao and the elders were frantically gorging on thousand-year medicinal pills, desperately trying to break through their bottlenecks before the inevitable retaliation arrived.
But in the serene, isolated master courtyard at the very peak of the mountain, there was no panic. There was only absolute, domestic tranquility.
