Wang strode into the forbidden archive, his eyes scanning the rows of decaying wooden shelves and dusty glass cases.
This was the place where the sect hid its most shameful secrets, forbidden curses, failed bloodline experiments, and illegal records of inter-realm interventions that violated the absolute laws of the Heavenly Dao.
He walked past the piles of useless scrolls, his supreme instincts guiding him straight to the very back of the chamber, where a small, broken stone altar sat in the shadows.
Resting upon the altar were the shattered remnants of a lower-realm tracking array, a complex, multi-layered magical mirror that had been intentionally smashed with a heavy iron hammer to destroy the coordinates.
The stone frame was cracked into a dozen pieces, and the central spiritual crystal was completely dark, drained of its energetic core.
Wang leaned down, his broad shoulders tensing slightly as he placed his hand over the broken stone pieces.
