The vast expanse of the lower world stretched out beneath the rocky precipice, completely undisturbed.
The winds swept over the distant valleys in a slow, rhythmic cycle, and the faraway spires of the beast capital stood firmly against the horizon, completely untouched by any sudden disaster.
The world was entirely intact, operating exactly as it always had.
Yet, as Wei Xiang stood frozen on the high peak, a suffocating weight settled deep inside his chest.
He couldn't sense Lin Wan's familiar presence anymore.
A profound, empty silence met his scanning senses, a dead zone where her vibrant energy should have been.
He kept his eyes shut tight, pushing his consciousness further, forcing his spiritual sea to expand across the eastern borders, past the capital, and into the deepest hidden sanctuaries of the continent.
