The cold, biting winds of the Northern Continent finally began to recede into the distance as the group crossed the threshold of the Northern Branch of the Conferred Pagoda.
The obsidian towers, etched with silver runes that hummed with a protective frequency, stood as a stark reminder of the order and power the Shen Clan maintained even in the most desolate corners of the lower realm.
At this moment, Ling Luochen, Shen Haoran, Shangguan Mu'er, and Qing'er finally returned to the heart of the Conferred Pagoda's sanctum.
The journey back from the Saint's secret realm had been silent, each of them lost in the reflections of the trials they had endured and the treasures they had secured.
Ling Luochen stepped forward first, her blood-red eyes reflecting a new, tempered light.
