Daoist Chu glanced at the wolfkin before speaking.
"It's not just darkness," Daoist Chu murmured from beside him. "It's awareness. A kind of elemental empathy. I've only seen that level of mastery from high elder shadow cultivators in the Midnight Osmanthus Sect."
"And he's only at the Fifth Tribulation Stage of the Immortal realm…" Meng Bai muttered, more to himself. "How terrifying would he be at the peak?"
As if to prove their point, Elyon halted once again at a widened alcove. He pressed his hand to the ground, and small cracks of darkness spread like lightning through the stone. Then, silently, a section of the floor dissolved—no trap, no mechanism. Just eroded away under his will.
A faint gust of heat wafted up.
"There," Elyon said. "The lower chamber."
Without waiting, he dropped down.
Lin Mu followed right after, floating down with ease. His cloak fluttered as he landed, already activating his immortal sense to map underground structures. The moment he did, he felt it.
